Home sweet home

by chuckofish

Well, the weekend was quite a whirlwind of activity. Finally daughter #1 is all moved in to her own new (100-year old) house.

I have been in a Dayquil-induced fog for days and will probably remember very little of it in the days to come. Mostly I remember six giant mid-MO dudes who were like refugees from the Sons of Anarchy arriving from Jeff City with two trailers pulled by pickup trucks and hefting everything around like it was doll furniture. I met them at the house and was assigned to tell them which rooms to put everything in since daughter #1 did not arrive for an hour and a half after that. They were polite, amenable, patient, and cheerful. My kind of people. I wish I had taken pictures, but, alas, I did not. But this works…

They were intrigued with the balcony to nowhere.

As we all are.

I will let daughter #1 tell you all about the house herself. Suffice it to say, we all think it is swell and are very happy for her. It all worked out in God’s good time.

On Sunday afternoon everyone came over to celebrate my birthday. The OM barbecued. There was cake.

Bless and sanctify with your peace, O God, this home and those who live in it, that within these walls they may know the blessings of this life and to know the promise of the life to come in that heavenly home where with saints and angels you live and reign, one God forever and ever.
Amen.