Life is changed...

...not taken away. Vita mutatur non tollit

I walked out of my house for the last time today. Three darling, burly movers arrived at 9am and began packing. Ozzie was looking increasingly anxious (as was I!) so I took him with me to meet my Tuesday/Thursday coffee ladies for the last time. We all agreed there would be no good-byes because it wasn't really my last coffee with them.

When I got back to the house the darling guys, fueled by endless bottles of Pepsi and M&M's, were well into their task, and Oilman was taking down the television, the stereo and the computer. Ozzie walked around trying to find a place to lie down. I walked around trying to find a place to sit down. When OilMan suggested that I take Ozzie and go to the farmhouse, I quickly realized that he was right. I should leave. It's a bit like saying goodbye to an old friend--better to get it over with rather than sitting around making conversation. So, as I have done ten thousand times before, I grabbed my purse, put the lead on Ozzie and we walked out the door. I never looked back.

A few minutes ago our Santa Rosa realtor called to say that 885 Wildwood Trail is now officially ours. On to the next chapter....