The moving sale at my farm was great. The pick up trucks and cars started rolling in early and we were off!
Some things that I thought was pretty much junk was scooped up as treasure by others. A few things that I thought were treasure were ignored. You just never know. Overall it was a great day. I saw old friends and made a few new ones.
I have to admit that by the time we got back to our hotel, all I could do was shower and fall into bed. This morning the muscles and joints are aching.
But we’ll hit it again. We’re headed out to pack up the leftovers.
But tomorrow, aah tomorrow we’re headed to the lake for a few days.
God bless Tom, he’s got our site all set up for the season. For now it’s going to be three days of kick back time.
Again I say; aah.
Over this past year of hard work, I’ve run the gambit of emotions. I’ve felt happy, sad, grateful, frustrated, weary, energized, fit, achy and from time to time like Wonder Woman.
The truth be known, I’m not Wonder Woman. I’m just a 69 year old woman that won’t give up.
As tired and as weary as I have been I have one thing that keeps me going. The one thing that helps me not to quit trying.
My daddy is proud of me. I don’t doubt for a minute that my dad is watching over me saying; “That a girl, I know you can do it.”
The farm was my grandparents’ home. The house was built by my two grandfathers. Later my folks bought the property. Later yet, when my husband David passed I moved to the farm. I loved there for about 17 years.
Shabby chic one might say, but to me it was comfort of childhood memories. There is a feeling there of family.
Some people get it. Others don’t. I had a lot of people who came to the sale remark that I must have loved living out there. I did. It is so peaceful.
But now it’s time to move on.
I’ll pick myself up, shake off the achy joints and do one more day.
Because I can; life is good today. ■