Tumoulin Girl

The Run Down

Please excuse the fact that this post could come out totally warped and unintelligible. I'm exhausted and my mind is totally fried.

We're all ready to shift. We finished up the last of the boxes and packed the truck yesterday. Today we went through cleaning all the cupboards, vacuuming the carpets and all that wonderful kind of stuff. I spent half the day with huge hankies tied around my mouth and nose and rubbers gloves on my hands, looking like a brain sergeant. This afternoon I exchanged the rubber gloves and duster for a roll of toilet paper. Alas, the boxes of tissues got packed and this nose just won't just running.

It's going to take us about three days to get north. We're doing this whole shifting thing by ourselves (e.g. no removalists) and so we've got our own truck. All but my Dad will be staying up there once we get there. After we've unloaded the first load he's going to come back to spend a few last weeks here finishing everything up and then bringing up the second load. It was the cheapest, most practical way we could think to do the whole thing.

Um....what else must I tell you. I won't be on the net. Not sure when I'll be able to get back on. You'll still be able to send me e-mails (and I'll love you if you do) but don't be surprised if it's at least a week or more before I get back to you. This shifting business is taking a toll on my body and depending on how stressful for the unpacking thing is, I might end up having to put my feet up for a while.

Prayers, thoughs and lovely comments would be most welcome. I'm about done in and sleep seems so very far away.

Happy Easter.

posted by Lydia @ 6:06 pm