Barbara J. Hamby

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Packing, Packing

All the books in my office are packed, except the computer handbooks. I know if I pack those, my computers will instantly crash. Most of the dining room is packed and some of the living room. I am exhausted. I’ll probably dream about cardboard boxes tonight.

A sister in Seattle sent me a newspaper clipping today about Mountlake Terrace. My first husband and I were early settlers in that community more than fifty years ago. The houses such as the one we purchased, a two-bedroom of 640 square feet, sold for $4,995, or slightly more if you purchased appliances. According to the article, one such house with one bedroom added, sold recently for $230,000. Are we crazy in this country, or what?

Tomorrow we will go to the new apartment and take some measurements, and get some questions answered, if we can remember what they are.

I’ll try to get up my nerve to clean ovens: the big one, the microwave and the toaster oven. Might as well get all the dirty work done at once. I feel like chickening out and just buying a new toaster oven, maybe a stainless steel one like my niece has, but I probably can’t afford that and some of the other things we need as well. I can’t remember how old my microwave is. They really build them to last these days. We use it constantly, so it looks like heck, but it works.

I’m not sure I can stay awake until it gets dark tonight. We still have pink sky in the West.