The Big Move

Well, we did it, that's all I have to say. It's kind of like giving birth--very painful, but the memory of the bad parts are quickly forgotten (until the next move, when you wonder why in the world you ever signed up to do it again!). But I'll think about that later...



The neighbors across the street were wonderful. They helped Bruce back the truck into the driveway and came over with an extra hand truck to help load. They also increased our load by giving us a larger computer desk that they didn't use anymore, this bike for Alice and a little sled for Myra. They also got Alice a little tea set for her birthday. She calls the teapot a watering can and pours us water all the time to drink.


Alice's last apple right before we hit the road. After two weeks of being at the 'brick house,' the comments about how sad she is to leave the 'white house' are finally dying down. She also frequently misses the blueberry bushes and the apple trees, though there is an apple tree in the neighbor's yard, which helps things a little. When she first walked into the backyard, she was puzzled and asked where all the blueberries and apples were, thinking all backyards should be as big and fruitful as our little paradise in Iowa. She was also very awestruck when we pulled the car into the garage after being used to the detached garage in Iowa. She thought we were driving right into the house, which I guess we were!