The moving crunch is on! We are not even half ready yet, but have some helpers coming this week every day. Kit really couldn't do much until he finished working, and I just can't do much with my arms, still. As Kit remarked, at one point we will just have to throw the remaining stuff into boxes and leave.
I really hope our next home will be forever. Not just because moving is so awful, but also because we just want to have a long-term home.
Things are coming together as well as can be expected. Gabriel is really upset about the idea of a new home. It's all too hard for him to understand. So we have taken to calling the new place, "our #2 house". He seems to accept that better for now. Once we are there, we can introduce the idea of permanence.
Our wonderful realtors came by today with a little gift for Gabriel. They said that our mortgage company has everything on hold for the short sale and is not being very responsive. *sigh* I don't have the energy to engage in that battle.
Sadly, our beloved dog Havi will not be making the move with us. She has become quite ill in the past week, and even though we don't have an exact diagnosis, we feel her time has come. We are confident it's the right decision, but what timing. The last emotional blow in our long, sad goodbye to California. Here is my sweetie, who has been with me for 13.5 years:
We took her on vacation last summer, and she was so excited to see snow at Crater Lake that she lay right down in it and proceeded to eat it!
