Is That a Light at the End of the Tunnel or….
I used to love the whole idea of a light at the end of the tunnel – the tunnel being a long and arduous path, some great feat, challenge or test of endurance – and then one day someone commented that instead of it being a light of attainment it just might be a train coming straight at you.
I am still in the tunnel! As per my previous post on activities which included a Christmas party in August and moving, events are trotting along.
The party was amazing, organized by my two nephews and their Dad. Two fire pits grilling corn on the cob and beef and chicken and enough salads of every imaginable kind. And desserts. Lots of desserts.
My nephew’s country property sports a pool, swings, slides and a trampoline that kept the youngest generation in giggles for hours and triggered tears in the youngest when it was time to go. A great big Santa stood proudly in the midst. G1 and G2 could not make it as the whole house came down with a bug but a good time was had by all who did.
That was Saturday and Tuesday was THE MOVE. I am in awe of anyone who does a move well. I have gotten settled in..sort of… but must return tomorrow for final clean up which of course is in the midst of more social activity – Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Muscles I did not even know I had hurt….okay I probably do not have them but pain has settled where they should be. I keep thinking I must look toned and ripped but a glance in the mirror, when it cannot be avoided, just reveals an exhausted not so hot looking shadow of who I think I am.
I can’t quite see the light yet but at least there are no train whistles.