Robin's Nest

 It is the weekend and I have much to do. The youngest and I walked outside with the littlest dog, I quickly noticed the amount of stuff that needs to go away. The not so fun part of this is trying to find a wagon without a flat tire. More often than not I get to the wagon once it is flat. Today was no different. It looked fine but pulled heavy, it was not a wagon that I have ever used, I don't even know when it arrived on the property. I filled it with a few things and pulled with all I had for energy and strength. One load was all I could manage with that wagon. Once loaded it became apparent that the wheels were flat, not all of them but two were. Still, that makes it hard to roll. One load to the dumpster and one load to the shed. A mattress half stripped its covering is the other project we worked on. You cannot throw a mattress in the trash. You can throw a disassembled mattress in the trash. Makes me wonder... I did not wonder for long. Why you ask? Or maybe you didn't a

 It shows up once a week at this time. Monday morning that is. When I work 2-10 the night before it seems even earlier that it shows up the next day. That was the longest weekend of my year so far. It is cold and dreary outside as if Summer is over. I am not complaining about the coolness as it is nicer to have a cool breeze as opposed to a scorcher. If anything, I am complaining about a lack of sleep for the moment. It is now almost the end of the week and a few more boxes are packed, and the stress level is lower. The focus on which house to sell has changed. Our realtor checked some stuff and advised us to work on the house out east as opposed to the house in town. So that was a relief to my son who occupies that home. I won't lie, I was relieved also. The thought of moving all the stuff stored there out to this house or trying to dispose of it was overwhelming. Now the focus is decluttering this yard and emptying the house of the contents. That alone is no small task. It will t

 Saturday, I resolved to take the time to move the guinea pigs and the baby chicks out of my daughter's room. I know who keeps chicks in the bedroom right? Apparently, we do. Not anymore. I did get the target room whittled down to the normal bedroom items. The closet still needs to be cleaned and toys relocated. Overall, I was happy to get done what I did.  After moving the cleaned cages for the Guinea pigs to the upstairs my youngest decided she would like her horse table moved up there too. Be still my heart. I returned to the scene of the crime that resulted in my shoulder injury and started removing things that could actually go into the sewing cabin. Tomorrow, I work but I will find time to tidy a spot for her on Monday. AW wants me to run her to Costco and the Commissary. Also, my granddaughter needs a ride to the vet for her kitty cat to get a checkup. So, Monday may not be the best day to try and get stuff done. Regardless one day this week the child's table is moving u

 As I continue to catch up the blog, I almost don't want to remember all the details. It might sound silly, but it is almost more exhausting in retrospect than it was in real life! I am not looking forward to being back into debt. We are already in a bit of debt with the MH. It will be a while before it is repaired not due to money but to knowledge or knowledgeable people around us. The new home is pretty in pictures, and I am excited to get to see it in person, but I am terrified of having to pay for it in payments. Once our two homes are sold there is a good chance that it will be paid off. That is the goal anyway. I also am a little nervous about the actual act of moving to an area that I am not familiar with. 10 years ago, I would not have been the least bit concerned. Must be age related this unnatural anxiety that I feel. Either way we will most likely be moved by November. Today DH meets with a friend of mine's husband to discuss the properties. He is a handyman and want