Huge sigh

Well, we're moved. Finally moved. Yay! The house is the biggest disaster known to man at this point. I've been in dirty houses and nothing compared to this house when we walked through the doors on Saturday. I've posted lots about it on our family blog, and more pictures will be put up this evening.

I really want to get out of bed and start exploring. Gwen has come in with lots of little "treasures" that she's found. Guinea feathers (*so* pretty!), eggs, sticks, and pretty rocks. And I desperately want to be out there finding them with her.

The neatest things so far has been watching the dogs have 20 acres to run, play and wrestle on. Zoe's a bit of a flight risk, if you can remember from last year, but since she's so food-oriented we make sure we have pockets full of treats if we let her off her leash. She's done very well with that system so far. Nothing, not even the promise of yummy duck or scrumptious goose has allowed her to wander too far from us.

Doug's a bit frustrated with me at this point. My wheelchair rolls nicely down the driveway, so it's very easy to get from the front door down to the pond, but I get stuck when I get down there. Of course, I don't really want to ask for help back up to the house, because it's uphill and mushy spring grass, and well, do you know anyone who enjoys pushing a wheelchair against all those odds? But he sees me struggling and comes running and pushes me out of another bad situation. That's my man, eh?

The first room should be finished tomorrow. The kitchen has been bleached several times over and tomorrow we start lining the shelves and unpacking. Think of us, will you?