39 days... till paradise. I am packed and ready. Is that kind of silly? Perhaps - but what it does do is allow me to pack, unpack and repack more effectively.... another 39 times. Though this could potentially backfire. By the time we are ready to go I will have gone in one of two directions; a carry-on or about 10 suitcases... at least 3 of which are filled with shoes.
My son had show and tell today. He had to bring something that started with "A". So, he and his sister spent the morning gleefully catching ants in the front foyer. Guess that's what you get when your house is 137+ years old. I noted mentally that the good thing about this is that we have part of the alphabet already at our fingertips... ants, beetles, centipedes, dirt, earwigs, fruit flies (double points), ground hogs (that will have to do for both g and h), icky spiders, June bugs.... soon... anyhoo you get the point. I want to live somewhere without pests. Back to that bubble. Spartan is currently searching all of North America to come up with a place with as few of these creatures as possible. No scorpions. CAN'T DO THOSE. No poisonous spiders. No snakes. Those are all big ones.
OOH - and no pervy neighbours.