We've decided we can't put off moving into the new house any longer. The old house is failing badly and each day more things seem to go wrong. It is telling us the time has come. Not every area of the house is tiled but the work will continue as we are able.
For eighty-five years the old house has provided a roof (most of the time) over a number of families. Lots of kids grew up in those tiny rooms and as the families grew, so did the house with four additions through the years.
In the last few months Phoebe and her friends have been allowed to write on the walls... not a normal occurance but perfectly OK with grandma - just this once. It started over Phoebe's bed.
Today I noticed a message by the lightswitch out in the hall. It summed things up nicely...
We begin moving in on Saturday. Three more sleeps! Bye bye house!
-grampa dan
