a house in boxes

have you ever thought about how strange it is to pack an entire house into a thousand tiny cardboard boxes? there's an uncanny metaphor in there somewhere, but i don't know what it is. i just know it feels mostly strange and impossible.

my parents finally sold their house and moved. it was a long day of bending backs and using reluctant muscles, but there was a very colorful and tatooed team of gentlemen there to do most the dirty work, represented by a company called Rational Moving. i took a fancy to that name and found a bit of irony there. but they indeed helped carry the hours with a fair bit of organization and humor.

it was a lot of work for a HUGE blessing, and as is always the case in God's world, the timing was perfect. now they have a beauitful, comfortable place they call their own, without stairs, and with a view of the lake, access to pool, billiards, and gym. and we kids and grandkids get the new-found benefit of going over to "mom and dad's", complete with our own pool towels. :)

old house

first meal in their new home - we're so happy for you, mom and dad!

(to come: more pics of the new place)