Friday was spent moving out the remainder of our goods,
cleaning the house for the final time, and saying goodbye to good friends.
Billy ‘graduated’ from SOTVP by ceremoniously sliding down the slide. Lindsay
checked out of school early and spent the afternoon sewing with Ms. Holly where
they made a Dr. Seuss hat to match the one Billy received early from his school
party. I picked Karl up from Corrales ES for the last time. His backpack was so
full, I could barely carry it. All three had a great ‘last day’.
Me: Congratulations! When we get to Portand, you'll be in Kindergarten.You are finished with preschool. Billy: Already? |
We said goodbye to our home.
Me: Let’s say a
prayer.
Billy: Mom, are you sad?
Me: Yes. But I’m
excited too.
Billy: Me too.
Not willing to sleep on the cold, brick floors, we
gratefully accepted an offer from the Rhoades to bunk there for the night.
Kathy prepared a barbeque feast, the kids roasted hot dogs and marshmallows in
the outdoor kiva, and I sat down for what felt like the first time in a week.
It was so wonderful to be surrounded by good friends and family.
We parted Albuquerque at 8:30 AM on Saturday, headed for
Price, Utah. The drive was fairly
uneventful until about Farmington when the dog threw up in the car and then the
parking lot of KFC. Afterwards, we had to stop every hour or so to let Daisy
relieve herself in one way or another. We’re still not sure if she was car sick
or ate one too many marshmallows at the Rhoades’ home. She’s better today, and that’s what really
counts.
Sheepish, pukey dog |
Karl: Are we still in
New Mexico?
Gerry: Yes.
Karl: I can tell by
the landscaping.
Not New Mexico. |
Colorado River |
I’ve posted some of these events and photos to Facebook.
What truly makes me chuckle is that every time Gerry or I post something about
moving, someone invariably – and honestly, I believe – posts something along
the lines of, “You’re moving?” I feel like moving has filled my entire plate
for the past 3 months, with the Chile Festival on the side. Have I not been clear about that?
And if any of you post to my timeline, “You’re moving?” then
I’m unfriending you.
P.S. GTHCGTH
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