For the third time now, the movers have given us a date of arrival with our belongings. For the third time, the date has been changed.
I’m sure they’ll show up someday, but that’s not the point.
Maybe being cooped up in the house has something to do with my mood.
I’m a keep moving or die kind of a person so this (now the end of three weeks) is starting to get to me.
I can only see the grandkids at a distance or through a window. Visits with my kids are me on the porch and them in the yard.
We’ve done all we can do now to prep for the rest of our stuff to arrive.
I spent one whole day last week putting soft paws on the cat. That was an adventure, but now Chloe kitty is styling with flashy pink and blue nails. Plus, she won’t scratch the furniture.
I’ve seen some social media posts from women being grateful they are low maintenance women. I’m not high maintenance, but I do have fake nails. They are getting worse by the day. Did you know you can order online nail drills to take them off? Yep, it’s ordered and on the way. It won’t be long now.
One thing that is a blessing to us has been our social media broadcast worship services. We go to church twice a week; Sunday morning and Wednesday night. It’s not all bad at home. If you’re not ready for church on time you can wear your pajamas to church and no one cares.
The last I heard, the movers will be here late today or early tomorrow. We’re beginning to wonder after all of this time who’s stuff we’re going to get. I hope it’s nice. We put some pretty good stuff on the truck.
Honestly, I’m not as crabby as I seem. There are brighter days ahead and I’m not lacking for comforts here. I’m just bored.
Tom got the patio all set up this week. Now all we need is warm weather and clearance to mingle, and the pool parties with the family can begin.
Next week, I have a front porch coffee date with my oldest daughter. It’s those moments that remind me life is good.
Life is good today even if the movers don’t show up.