Full Stop

Well I am back in the current century. We have successfully moved and are now reconnected with internet access and even have a working stove. Despite the trepidations and heart tremors that the current economy is giving me, I am hopeful that our old home will sell soon and we will be a happy "one house owning" family.

In the last month I have worked harder physically than anytime in the last 14 years. I packed and unpacked. I cleaned and organized. Thankfully, we were assisted by a small army of family and friends who did the same and in the process quite possibly saved my sanity. Michie worked hard managing the contractors who were upgrading the systems (roof, heater, electrical, garage door, internet, painters, plumbers) in our new digs. We hired contractors to do anything that required real skill. Everything else we did with our own sweat and muscle. But today that all came to an end for me.

While spraying the deck in our old house I misjudged the step I was on and went down like a ton of bricks, spraining my ankle in the process. Full Stop. Owwww. Oh well. I think I needed something like that just to make me stop from going 24/7. On the bright side, I am glad the timing was good. It happened near the end of the big work push and not at the beginning. It is a moderate sprain I think. The ankle is swollen, but not as bad as I have seen in the past.

Tomorrow we are having a community event for Max's school at the zoo. I will hobble about on the crutches, and then I will watch the kids while everyone moves furniture into the old house for staging.

Life goes on and on...but sometimes you have to stop.