I've been on a mission to convince my mother to move with us to Vermont.
She's not having it.
"But, Mom, why wouldn't you want to move to a place where people go to vacation?" I said. "Nobody vacations in Fargo."
And then, I was saying to Vernon later: "See, if my mom was living close to us she could help me out with the kids some more and I wouldn't be such a crazy person."
And Vernon says: "But that didn't help yesterday and she was here all day."
So, anyway, this is what we've been up to:
The donation truck DID NOT pick up the recliner, the computer desk, the car seat, my 2-1/2 pound weights, the propane camp stove, or the Christmas tree stand. So we set them out on the curb with a sign marked FREE and got rid of the recliner, weights, and camp stove that way. We'll try again with the rest of the stuff tomorrow.
We have gotten rid of most of our worldly possessions, but, look... we're still happy:
And actually, getting rid of all of our stuff has been a very freeing, liberating experience. I highly recommend it.
Now, one last picture of Peace. She is ready to go: