Here we go.

I just wanted to say, that I have missed writing and reading the last few weeks. But when I get to South Carolina I will be back with new and interesting thoughts. I hope you guys have a great week.

And as always, God bless those who travel through my little world.
Carol

It's Snow Joke

The other day we had a hard freeze and all plants either died or went to sleep. Which is always fine with me due to the maintenance it takes to keep them beautiful. But the next night this happened, yes you see it right, snow. In fact it measures two and a half inches. And the worst part it hasn't totally melted. So, on the tenth of October we have snow.

I just thought you would like to see the mess. See you guys later, back to packing.

A Big Week

I am sorry for not getting to write more but last week was huge. We sold both of our vehicles, and replaced it with a new Taurus, than bought a house in South Carolina. It was full of ups and downs. John flew out to South Carolina to do the final drive around on houses we had picked out through Realtor.com. That by the way is a really great site to find homes.

The funny thing is that the house we bought was not on our list. The realtor Jack said he had one that he thought was still for sale. John saw the nice porch with the two rockers, one of my favorites and went after it. The house is one level except for the garage and the bonus room, waiting to be my art room. So you can imagine how tired we were after all the changes and yet working our jobs and packing.

But it is going so smoothly we can hardly believe it. By the way the yard is fully fenced and yet when Timber sits on the deck she will be able to spy all. And with time we will sculpt the yard to make it that little piece of heaven we will always call balsam ponds.

God Bless all that travel through my blog.

It's Time to Let Go.

Thursday we took both vehicles into the Houston Ford to see what our trade in value of both would be for a 2010 Ford Taurus. As we waited, I watched one of the guys driving my Crown Vic out of the parking lot I felt a lump in my throat. What was this, I never saw myself as a person who was in love with the ride. A car was to get me to one place and back.

When John gave me this car I couldn't believe it, me getting this black beauty, me once the owner of a Ranger pickup now an owner of a Crown Vic. What was he thinking? Then I slid into the seat, I could live with this. Fit like a glove. But did I like it too much, what was this lump in my throat for?

I've had time to think it over it's not what the car means to me it is what it did for me. About a year later my mother took her final journey, one she feared the most, going to a nursing home. I made a commitment to go once a week and spend time with here.

She was two and a half hours away and so I would leave early in the morning, the process was the same, my trip started with Big and Rich, a funky country group that I always tried to sing along with. Followed by a soother CD that would take me into the nursing home.

The visit would be anywhere from a hour to four, you never knew because of the sadness she was experiencing, or how she felt. But the trip home was different. As I slipped into the seat and clipped the seat belt into place the first tear would start. Rolling down my cheek and resting on my chin. As I left town I was free to cry. Safe in my car, Cruise control set, radio off and left with only my thoughts from my visit, I cried till I couldn't cry anymore.

That's what it is, I have a bond with the car, it protected me at my saddest time. It comforted me with it's smooth ride, it comforting interior but mostly with the privacy I needed. Thursday when I slipped into the seat of the Taurus I prayed it would not have to comfort me but get me from one place and back. Just that and no more.

I feel good about letting go, it's time.

And the process begins...

Wow, after five years you tend to forget what it takes to move. It has been a week and a half since we found out we're moving. In that time we have called everyone from the dentist, vet, to the post office. The list of details is endless. I once wrote about what my mom used to say when I began to feel overwhelmed. Here it is again to share with my friends. She would say, "How do you eat an elephant?" with a smile on her face that melted my heart, she would finish with"one bite at a time".

I have lived by that phrase most of my life. I would repeat it to myself and than I would just start, after a while I would be done with the project and feel so accomplished. Of course this project of moving is a taed bigger. But it works even if you don't finish in one day. Every box feels that much closer to the end. I pack up as much in one box and move it to the garage. Waiting patiently for October and its date to move arrives.

Moving and grooving