We moved on the 4th of July, from nine in the morning until ten at night.
Emily and Laura loaded Uncle Tom's truck times beyond counting.
I drove us one block north, and Emily and Laura reversed the process.
The first night I had all the sheets in the washer. It would not start. My tired brain eventually realized there was no power to the washer. Laura hung over its back and plugged it in.
Several trips later I put the bedding in the dryer.
It would not start. I was so tired I just stood and looked at the wet sheets lying in the bottom.
Then Laura said, "I think we have to shut the door, Gramma."
A couple of trips later we made our beds and were asleep in a flash.
Toby would not come out from under furniture until I closed the blinds.
Laura had her kitchen in order on Wednesday. Tonight, Friday, she may be completely satisfied.
Toby is in charge of the neighborhood now.
From the kitchen window, Caroline's orchid, Alberta's pie bird, and children at play at dusk.