The Comedy of Errors

Moving was truly a unique experience. That is putting it mildly. I'm tired of rehashing the story. Suffice it to say I'm moved in and dealing with the aftermath,which has included cans of touch-up paint, bottles of Glorifying Antique, appointments with repair men and a doctor's appointment. I'm 95% settled and the rest will just have to come in time as I've been put on physical restrictions by my physician.

But I love the new house. There is so much room I get giddy just looking at all the open space. I'm starting to "feel" it and am looking forward to getting some wall hangings up this weekend. I have a fridge, washer and dryer and am expecting my new vacuum to be delivered today. Last night I almost cried as I did a load of washing...and I've only lived without appliances for five days!

In a way, I still feel like this is all too-good-to-be-true. Almost as if I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. But there is no other shoe. For now, it's a glass slipper and I'm going to grab it and run.