March Inn

Why"March Inn?" March Inn was the name of that magic place where I spent my summers growing up. I have alluded to this place before, and I probably will again. March Inn is no longer standing. The waters of Katrina rendered it unlivable so my children will never know that "March Inn." That makes me sad. In fact it brings me to tears whenever I think about it. I want my children to have their own "March Inn," and I want to capture our lives as they are growing and changing. I invite you to "march inn" to our lives. My hope is that you will catch glimpses of the real world. You will see our creations. You will see our chaos. You will see our affection. You will also see our frustrations, fears, and disappointments. Enjoy your march!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

None Too Soon

I deliberated on the title of this post for a long time. So much good has happened today that I wasn't sure how to encapsulate it. I probably can't! Let's just say "good" is an understatement. I have felt blessed at every turn!

I went with none too soon because that is how I felt as the moving truck arrived at our home just after 8:00 a.m. to cool almost cold temperatures and gray rainy skies. The rain was also dripping into our home in two locations ~ the kitchen and the dining room. The dining room floor is buckling and the parquet is popping up. My sentiment of none to soon was repeated as the truck pulled away just after 10:30 a.m. to sunny skies and warming temperatures. The truck was full of all of the furniture and a various assortment of stuff from our home and attic.

None to soon because I feel as if I have been collecting, packing, labeling, and stacking boxes forever. In reality I have! {I'm ready to have other things like my children's clothes and the holidays consume my time and energy.} I have been very slow and deliberate about the process. I have tried to keep a detailed list of what is in each box and a color-coded labeling system so we know where it needs to go in the new house. I have also been going through things and cleaning out.

My children probably echo the sentiment of none too soon more loudly than anyone. They are ready to have their family back to some semblance of normalcy and for their mommy and daddy {mainly their mommy} not to be consumed by getting out of the house.

The house is not empty but it is close. I still have what we call "the sewing closet" to go. This could also be called "the project closet" or my "office," and it is full of my sewing and monogram supplies, speech stuff, family filing, gifts to give, and some family heirlooms. In short if is full of what some might call junk but to me some of these items are my treasures and probably among the things about me that drive my dear sweet husband crazy.

There are also boxes, bags, and piles of stuff around the house. We are having a garage sale on Saturday. Not just any garage sale, but a demolition sale. Everything is for sale! There will be your typical household items, furniture, and clothes, but you can also buy appliances, doors, lighting, fixtures. You can even come take down the paneled walls in our kitchen and dining room, pull out a toilet or tub, or dig up a shrub. If you see it, it is probably for sale!

I've never had a garage sale before, but I must tell you I am a little excited. Frank and I have even gotten a sitter for Friday night so we can go to the house and organize and price everything.

I'll let you know how it goes!

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