Have you ever invested far more than you ever thought you could, or would, or should, Dear Reader, in something that didn't turn out like you'd hoped? That's kinda what I've been thinking lately. Maybe it's time to let go and move on.
Do you remember, back in the day, Dear Reader, when we all wore slips with our skirts and dresses? I vividly remember the afternoon a slip turned into a personal milestone.
I'm been working on and envisioning the walls in our new home for over two years, even before we knew where our new home would be. I had no idea it would be such a challenge to pull them altogether. Thank goodness I had some (a lot of) help.
I can just see those McCracken girls now: Anna, Martha Lou, and Betty. They're sitting on the front porch, fanning themselves, swatting flies, and trying to catch a little bit of breeze on a hot Georgia afternoon.
"JohnDaddy" would be home soon from working road construction. He expected supper ready and on the table when he got home. No excuses. And supper always included cornbread.
I've stuck to this one, Dear Reader, even after Mama passed I could hear her voice in my head. Premier rule of moving: make sure the curtains are up before you lay your head down in the new home. (No OCD in this fam!)
Did you grow up with your mom telling you to always leave the house wearing clean underwear, Dear Reader? Me, too!
It took four months to pack all those boxes. The movers billed us for over a hundred, plus nearly that many that we personally moved. Did I really think they'd all get unpacked in a week?
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