All day yesterday I was thinking it was April 21, 2021 when we sold the house in Texas. I asked Vince if that was the date and he couldn’t remember. I had been kinda reminiscing about our time there – kinda sad about not having the land, the well, the privacy, the chickens, but so very happy to be where we are now. Last night I decided to look it up and see if it was actually April 21 and maybe we would go out to eat and celebrate or something. No! It was April 6, 2021. How was I so far off?
I was so happy when he got here to stay. I had been here six months by myself but it wasn’t really six months because he came here for three weeks at Thanksgiving, so I was here by myself for five months and one week. I don’t ever want to do that again and I know he doesn’t ever want to have to pack up our stuff by himself again.
We had some weird moving experiences. When we left Kentucky, I can’t remember if we were dropping off the quilts to be photographed for my first book, or if we were picking them up, but we had them all in my car. It was only two hours from home but we knew we’d be leaving the house late after the movers got packed up and we did the last minute cleaning so we planned to spend the night in Paducah. Vince and I decided we’d be better off bringing all the quilts inside the hotel than leaving them in the car. During the middle of the night, the fire alarm went off so we all went running outside, most of us without keys to the room or ID. It was a false alarm but by the time they let us back in and the front desk lady had to trust us all because we didn’t have ID, we had lost over an hour of sleep. I was thinking how crazy it would be if we brought all those quilts inside to keep them safe and then there was a fire. Glad there wasn’t a fire!
Vince had been working like a crazy man to get the basement repainted and his elbow had started swelling. We spent the second night in Springfield, MO because the movers weren’t going to be at our house in MO til the next day or maybe the next day. Vince’s elbow had swollen up so much and was hurting badly so he went to the ER in Springfield and I think he was there about 5 hours. Not fun!
Then when we moved from MO to Texas, we had made a reservation this side of Tulsa. I left the house with Speck a couple of hours before Vince did. He stayed til the movers were finished and then he left to meet me at the hotel. Vince told me the exit to take but the sign on the interstate told me to take the next exit. About six cars ahead of me, there was an accident just before the second exit and I was stuck in traffic for over two hours and Vince ended up getting to the hotel before I did. There was a semi and several cars involved so it was a mess. Me and Speck . . stuck in the car in August for two hours. Of course, he reminded me several times that had I followed his directions, I wouldn’t have been caught in that traffic.
The plan is . . no more moving for us!
vivoaks says
I’m very happy to not have had your experiences while moving. I spent my first 19 years in the house I grew up in, left home with only a suitcase when I joined the Army, and lived in an apartment on Staten Island for a couple of years after basic training and advanced training. From there I moved to the house I’m in now, in 1977! ? I’d love to be almost anyplace other than where I am, but it won’t happen unless the place is either condemned or burns down! Glad that you’re happy where you are!
judy.blog@gmail.com says
I have friends who still live in the town where we grew up. Sometimes I miss that too. I am happy and thankful to be where we are – close to Chad, four seasons, fairly low crime – not a bad place to be.
cindy says
well, both days are important to Texas with the 6th being remember the Alamo and the 21st being San Jacinto day so maybe you just mixed up the battles. Glad you are enjoying Missouri.
judy.blog@gmail.com says
I didn’t even know about those important dates. Thanks for the info.
Robin says
You probably had “April of 21 (2021)” in your brain and it morphed into “April 21.” We have always had drama involved with our moves. In 2005 my daughter, our Labrador retriever, two large cats, and I were just about to pull onto the highway to drive 275 miles in our packed-to-the-roof minivan when it broke down completely – I was barely able to pull over into a parking lot and spent the next several hours waiting for a wrecker, at the mechanic, getting a rental car, and then doing a transfer of stuff and animals from the van to the rental so we could leave at last…so stressful!
judy.blog@gmail.com says
Oh, my. That makes the issues we’ve had seem like a cake walk.