… hubby was filling the truck up. The windows were down, so there was no avoiding the odor. Peanut piped up with, “what’s that awful smell?” (Complete with the scrunched up face.) I told her. She was quiet for a second, then said, “I wish I was a guy, ’cause then I wouldn’t hate that smell!”
*blink*
She’s a funny kid…
Well, we’re ever so slowly getting settled in. It’s going to take a while. I’d like to get it done faster, but I can’t afford to take another week off work to stay home and unpack!
There is lots to talk about, but I’m still not up to going over the move much – suffice it to say that things didn’t go well, we didn’t have enough help or enough time, I broke my foot, and we ended up having to leave some things behind – including something that we recently found out had been our most valuable possession. Makes me sick to my stomach, but as hubby says, we have to just get over it – we had no way of knowing, and would have been hard pressed to move the thing anyway (though if we’d known, we’d have found a way).
The new house is okay. It has a lot of problems, some of which are rather large, and will make the winter interesting, but the kitchen sink is fixed, and we have a sink in the bathroom, which is more than we had when we moved in, so that’s progress. We love the space here. That will be the thing that we will miss the most if/when we move again. We lived in an apartment for 10 years, then a very small house for the last year – and have nearly 2200 square feet here. Wow! I know that’s not the biggest thing out there, but to us, it is practically palatial. Most of the acreage is given over to thistles and burdock at the moment. If we decide to stay on, we’ll make an effort to reclaim some of that, but for now, we’ll just worry about maintaining the primary yard.
The kids really like their new school. Princess has already made a friend or two, and Peanut is very much enjoying kindergarten. She is disgusted every weekend when she “has to have two days off school,” lol. I don’t suppose that attitude will last forever, though, so I’ll enjoy it while I can. Speaking of Peanut – she’s going to be FIVE on Thursday. Holy Toledo, time is zooming right on by! I can’t believe she’s that old already – and she’s growing like a weed. She’s shot up several inches in the last little while. We’re taking her to this Chinese restaurant she likes – it has an outdoor garden and koi pond, which I know is the big draw. Then, Sunday, we’ll have her Tinkerbell party at mil’s house. Not many people will be there – half my family will be up north for my Grandma’s birthday, but there is no point rescheduling. It’s difficult to get everyone together anymore, even on the major holidays.
Oh – hubby and I went to see the latest Die Hard movie over the weekend (Live Free or Die Hard). Liked it very much, not, I suppose, that that is a big surprise. When it comes to movies, we’re pretty easy. 
Anyway, I guess that’s all for now. I need to figure out what I’m going to fix for dinner, and check on the girls (probably not in that order. They’re being awfully quiet upstairs…). Have a good one. I’m glad to be back – I’ve missed all of you!
For my Grandpa… it’s been a year today. I miss you.
I was born beneath this willow,
Where my sire the earth did farm
Had the green grass as my pillow
The east wind as a blanket warm
But away! away! called the wind from the west
And in answer I did run
Seeking glory and adventure
Promised by the rising sun
I found love beneath this willow,
As true a love as life could hold,
Pledged my heart and swore my fealty
Sealed with a kiss and a band of gold
But to arms! to arms! called the wind from the west
In faithful answer I did run
Marching forth for king and country
In battles ‘neath the midday sun.
Oft I dreamt of that fair willow
As the seven seas I plied
And the girl who I left waiting
Longing to be at her side
But about! about! called the wind from the west
As once again my ship did run
Down the coast, about the wide world
Flying sails in the setting sun
Now I lie beneath the willow
Now at last no more to roam,
My bride and earth so tightly hold me
In their arms I’m finally home.
While away! away! calls the wind from the west
Beyond the grave my spirit, free
Will chase the sun into the morning
Beyond the sky, beyond the sea
~Elizabeth Haydon, in
Requiem for the Sun
