A Weekend in Texas

There's a squirrel on the
other side of that window. 

We got here around 5 p.m. Friday. Marty Sunshine  described our trip best when he said, "Anyone who travels across country with a cat is crazy." 

Friday night everyone got to see their new house for the first time. I'm pleased they like it. That night, we unloaded the Uhaul, ran over to Bed Bath and Beyond and bought dishes and towels and celebrated Marty's birthday with a late dinner. Then Buckroo and I put up the Christmas tree. 

Now it's Sunday morning, and I'm sitting in my new Texas home, nursing a sore throat. Marty is puttering around somewhere and the young adults are making a donut run. Finn is sulking and Luna is circling us, vacillating between wanting to run around the back yard in the cold--where a pesky squirrel is tormenting her--and hoping if she hints enough we will let her on the couch.

Most of our belongings are on pods somewhere and we've been promised them by mid-January.  Apparently those in the freight industry don't work the last two weeks of the year. Yesterday I met a guy who I can hire to help us unload our furniture whenever it arrives. He's also been hired to take care of the drainage in our yard and install a ramp to our storage shed. I like having A Guy. 

Right now most of our boxes we brought with us have been unpacked and this year's Christmas tree has been put up. Trash comes tomorrow so we will finish unpacking.