It has happened once more, the sun came up. The house looks like it has been hit by a tornado on the inside. The moving out process chugs along. Kadizzle is not attached to things, but Winky has treasures. The treasures are a pain. Somehow getting things out of the house we have lived in for so long means it is real. We have some of the best neighbors in the world. Dallas and Marilyn invited over for dinner the other night. When you eat at the old grocer's house and he is married to a good cook lookout. When Dallas cooks steak you know it will be a belly buster, and Marilyn made some special peaches baked with blue cheese. Umm, umm, umm. Of course there was slap your granny pie.
Bob lives up the street. Bob has a collection of tools, nails, and you name it in his basement. Over the years Kadizzle has transferred all his excess to Bob's basement. Bob puts it in an orderly fashion. Now when you need something you just call Bob's hardware. The Kadizzle's were original settlers in this neighborhood. Some great people came and went. In fact we are the only original settlers when you think about it.
This morning Kadizzle is thinking about how he could get back to New Zealand. They will not let you in. New Zealand is virus free. Winky would love it, but we cannot get in.
The biggest headache in this moving process is the wall hangings. For some strange reason the Kadizzles are incapable of packaging the blasted art work. So Cheech insisted on hiring packers. The professionals will be paid an outrages sum to stuff pictures in a box that we could do for free, but it will create some kind of strange comfort for Winky.
On the side Winky is hankering for a new fifth wheel camper. That is a read undertaking. If we get one we will have to travel to Idaho, or Arizona. Dealing with those guys over the phone is a treat as they try to explain to you that you need to just give them the Earth Module on trade. Going broke the old fashioned way is fun.
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