Let The Madness BEGIN!!

 Well my friends ... it got pretty crazy around here yesterday.  Let the madness begin!  My first phone call of the day was to two more movers.  I'm calm ... I'm relaxed ... until the first bid comes in at $9,900.00.  No, not kidding.  Is that crazy or what?  And that's not for a big van ... it's for a 26' foot truck.  

Plan B.  I guess I'm going to rent a U-Haul truck and move myself.  I was trying to figure out just how that was going to happen when Mr. Chance called.  Good friends are worth a million bucks.  His plan was for me to rent the truck, we would get it packed up and he would drive it to California.  His return trip would be by airfare.  Sounds good, yes?

Here's the caveat ... he has to be back here by September 2 at the latest.  I'm pretty sure you all know what THAT means!  Nancy instantly went crazy and had a heart attack.  You mean I have about five days to pack up this house?  YIKES!!!

Then the doorbell rang.  My garage door repair guy had arrived.  It seems the door framing had cracked and bent, but not broken yet.  Thank God for small favors.  He quickly installed a rail across the entire door that fixed the problem.  Well that was easy!  

I love it when you get good service ... AND he's a Harley rider AND his brother is one of the Engineers on the train that goes by here every day.  Nice guy.

From there, I went to frantically packing and quickly deciding what will stay and what will go.  I packed up all the quilting boxes in my truck toolbox and began a stack of donations.  

That's when I was rudely interrupted by a crazy flock of hummingbirds.  I had just put this full feeder out. they drained it in four hours.

I'm now up to TWO bottles a day.  And then they disappeared completely.

If you want to know what the weather is going to do, watch the birds.  The thunder and lightning was epic.  Boy am I glad I have a new roof, otherwise it would have flown off into the wild blue yonder.  That's the worst wind I have experienced here.

Next I spent a frantic 30 minutes on the internet trying to get Dan a flight back to Tucson.  I haven't done this in ages, so I called my friend Cyndae, whose daughter is a pilot for Southwest Airlines.  She guided me through the process, and Dan now has a return reservation ... window seat on the exit row.  It's not first class, but it's the best I could do.  

The rest of the evening I spent frantically packing up the kitchen.  More and more things are being added to the donation pile because I just don't want to deal with it.  How did I accumulate all this stuff???

The trash pile in the garage is almost as tall as my truck.  Hopefully I can get ahold of THAT guy today to haul it all off.  I'm not panicking yet, but I'm getting close .........

Moving right along .....