Ethel picked me up a new key for the new house in New River. Talk about "the key to my heart" :)

It's our house now. In fact, for the next few days, I have two houses. Yep - just call me a Land Baron :)

This has been a wild week. Every time I've bought a house (since the first one) I've told myself that, the NEXT time, it'll be different - those last couple of weeks won't be crazy. So far, I've always been wrong :)

..currently Ethel is at the house, packing; she's come down with several different ailments at the same time, so she's living on Ibuprofen and caffeine. The usual craziness of accounts flying around just before closing of escrow happened like it always does. We've been packing (which means that I will go to look for something, and it will have been packed away) and the house is in complete disarray. I'm waiting to insure that my phone and internet service is being installed today as is supposed to happen; then I've got to go out to that incredible junction box at the Chocolate House, which supports several Cat5 connections and cable in every room, and figure out how to install the router (I may need a bigger router).

The movers are supposed to come tomorrow; I would never dream of hiring movers to move my stuff fourteen miles (that's the road distance; it's actually much shorter, as the raven flies). However, I've gotten old enough that I don't want to hurt myself; I've gotten prosperous enough that I can see how me doing MY job and paying movers to do THEIR job can be a reasonably cost-efficient way of doing things, and I now live in a town where the folks are rich enough (and lazy enough?) that they wouldn't dream of helping a friend move, so I'd be picking up big stuff on my own. (Silas is working every day).

So I've hired movers. And that puts an end-time on when things have to be packed, which adds the stress of having a deadline to an already crazy situation.

But Ethel took time to stop and get me a new Bama key for the house. I can't wait to use it :)