The Dynamic Duo

Doesn’t it seem like UltraMom’s moving process has been taking approximately forever? Well, that’s the way it appears to me anyway. It’s kind of like walking towards an alluring mountaintop or lake; it seems so close you can almost touch it, but you walk and walk and walk and it never seems to actually get any closer. I think we’ve been hearing, “We should have the papers to close on your loan by tomorrow,” for about three weeks now. I feel like we’re watching Bulwinkle the moose of Rocky and Bulwinkle cartoon fame pull a rabbit out of his hat....”This time for sure!” But the rabbit is never there.
We are in Idaho now for John’s vacation and long break. Actually his vacation, 4 days for the year, ended yesterday. Rather depressing; so long awaited and so quickly gone, and much of it spent driving. We went to Idaho Falls yesterday to purchase equipment for the move: a moving handcart and protable ATV ramp, a few more cleaning supplies. The pickup and horse trailor, borrowed from brother Chuck are sitting next to the yard awaiting their cargo. Funny side note: when UDad first brought the vehicles up, UltraMom was a trifle dismayed to find the rubber matting on the floor of said horse trailor aromatic with long dried equine manure. UDad said “it was fine; it was old and dry; it would brush right off.” UMom had visions of furniture and boxes with a fine coating of said manure being deposited on her newly cleaned carpets. Finally, amid a bit of grumbling, the removeable rubber matting was removed to the lawn and UMom happily scrubbed it down. Still not perfect, but much, much better.
Heather came out Tues evening and was a tremendous lot of help. She bullied UltraMom into tackling the master bathroom. This is a big room for a bathroom, and Umom, true to form, had it stuffed to the gills. Heather wouldn’t even let UMom go through the medicine cabinet with her; she threw away expired prescriptions and medicines, and passed the rest to UMom for ultimate screening. Everything, and I mean everything was removed from that bathroom, and it got the scrubbing of its life. We also went through piles and piles of clothing; UDad screened his quickly; it always amazes me how quickly and decisively he can make a decision on that sort of thing. Its by far the best way to be; but I agonize over each item: “Is it cute? Does it still fit me? Can I envision myself ever wearing it again? Even though it was buried at the bottom of my closet and I had forgotten I owned it, can I live without it? Etc, etc, etc.” We hauled about 10 big black garbage bags full of used-but-still-good clothing to Idaho Falls and dropped them off at a processing center to be sent to hurricane victims in New Orleans and MIssissippi. Great to get them out of the house, and great to feel that they could be put to good use.
But the fun, at least for UMom really began when we went through the things in Heather’s room! In fact, its so very good that I think it deserves its very own post.
I know that my posting has been sporadic, nearly nonexistent, but I’m not even going to pretend to promise that it will get any better. Thanks to those of you who hang in here with us and check our site once in a while.

UltraMom