We have Mom here now. Things are still very much up in the air, though, which is particularly unnerving for her. She and Dad lived in the same house from 1949 until 1997, and then have moved a dozen times (though sometimes just from one apartment to another in the same building) since then. Still, almost all those moves were from one rented retirement facility apartment to another, so all this stuff about putting up a new house from the ground up and all the associated business about getting a septic tank in, hooking up a brand new electrical service, running wires for telephones, etc., are very new to her. She is going to be staying at a motel for a few days while they finish with the house, although all her furniture and other worldly goods are already in the house. This weekend friends will help us move the rest of our incredible accumulation.

We sometimes feel like the Murphy's Law Poster Children. Example: there are over 100 lots in our subdivision, and we were lucky enough to get the one that somehow managed to not already have utility services run up to the box. Heck, there isn't even a box. I don't understand exactly how it happened, but apparently the property lines were shifted from the original plat. Suffice it to say that the guy from the utility company came Tuesday to set the meter and hook it into the system, and found that there was no place for him to hook into. They're going to have to bore a tunnel underneath our neighbor's driveway. So we're delayed with our move.