a roof for 40 shoes

It rained last night. It rained hard. Insomnia (my personal uninvited houseguest) enabled me to hear the rain come down on our rented house. Although I was awake when I wanted to be sleeping, I was able to rest knowing that at the new house rain was coming down on the house and not into the house. Yes it is true, we are now the proud owners of a weatherproof roof! Tilt worked until 8PM Saturday night to beat the forcasted rain. We were fortunate to have some extra hands on the job last week. Jack, Robin, Dale (Tilt and Dad) all played a big part in making the week one full of visual and functional drama. The biggest relief for me is knowing that my husband, father, and friends (all generously donating there time) will not be on our roof anymore. The south side has some serious height to its fall line. Yikes! After I had a bad fall backward off our porch this week (only 2 feet down), I have been extra worried about everyone on the roof. A roofing company will come to put the final layer of roofing material up (metal standing seam) in a few weeks. I don't have to worry for a while.

We are moving into our last week of living in the house that has been our home for the last 6 years. Glenn and I moved in here together in the fall of 2004. It was here that we got engaged, married and had our first baby. It has been a great adventure in a great community. We have been packing up little by little for weeks. We plan to camp for a while at the house site. Our camp will be set up for the month of September (K and I will visit Gramma for a while too). After that we will stay with a friend until we can move into the house (maybe just the basement apartment). As I pack up box after box, I think "why do we have all of this stuff?" I have to restrain myself from throwing things out just to lighten up. This trasition time is sure to be a challanging adventure. I see it as a time for us to refresh and live simply. In a few months I will revisit all of our stored "stuff" and be happy to see it again. Today however, I am sure to wonder why I have so many pairs of shoes... pots and pans... art projects... sewing projects... toys oh my, now there are toys... Ugh Packing.