Light at the end of the tunnel--or is that a train?

I'm starting to see an end to this house-shoveling nonsense. We are reaching the tipping point of living here versus going to a hotel. Complicating matters is the "Fall Festival and Steam Show," in town this weekend, clogging the motels. But I did manage to get a room for our last night here, Monday, September 26.

Tomorrow, Kerne and I will run some errands, do our laundry (we're at critical mass, the time to either hit the laundromat or start turning our respective underwear inside-out), drop off boxes of charitable goods to charities, go to the post office and send boxes of stuff into the hinterlands to far-flung relatives.

We're selling furniture at the rate of about two pieces per day now, and only a few things are left. We need to buy a tarp, and rope and other supplies, and figure out a way to get the scooter up into the truck bed. Then it's just a matter of wedging in the rest of the boxes and furniture that are going to TN. Oh, and the other 4 accordions we found. (We're up to a total of 18 now).

We've been staging everything in the laundry room, which is roughly the size of my truck bed. I just hope it all fits.

Not too long now, and Oz and I can go home to our mountain.