Movin', movin', movin'. Keep those boxes movin'. Rawhide!
Okay, that was lame, but I'm feeling lame. George and I tried to move the ping pong table from the garage to the basement. It did not go well, although feeling is returning to my left hand slowly. Who knew ping pong tables were so heavy? Not me. Anyway, we didn't even get half the table top through the front door before I cried uncle and we retreated to the garage. We will have to wait until the mud freezes, and we can go around back through the walk-out (rather than negotiate the stairwell inside), and we can get someone else to help George because I'm no help at all.
I hate to fail.
There was also an unfortunate incident in which a plastic laundry basket melted on the stove when a burner accidentally got turned on. A spatula gave its life to save the stovetop, and a little Barkeeper's Friend took care of the rest.
Otherwise, things are going well. Slowly, but well.
I expect postings to be very light for the next week. In the meantime, please contemplate this truth I read on Pinterest...
"You never know what you have...until you clean your room."
I would amend it to read, "...until you move." But no matter.
Happy New Year to you!