The moving van came at 7:30 p.m. on Monday and worked until 11:00. They came back the next morning at 10:00 and worked until 3:30. There are boxes everywhere.
Of course, I can only see the ones in the den because ....
.... as soon as they got here Monday, I took them back to the back house, the Cottage, where all the sewing stuff goes, and promptly fell down the stairs. A trip to the emergency room and I was told nothing in my knee is broken but I need to see an orthopedist. (Earliest appointment I could get was 12/9.) They didn't x-ray my leg which is swollen and hurts like all get-out. I can't stand on it. My brother loaned me a small wheelchair (that he also needs), so I can get around a bit between the living room and the kitchen and a small half bath tucked under the staircase downstairs. I haven't showered since 5:00 Monday morning.
I have no idea what the upstairs in the house looks like. I'm sure the furniture and boxes are all piled around up there. I have no idea what the Cottage looks like but I was told that they ran out of room to put all the boxes. I have no idea about anything.
Cheese with my whine?
Vicky, welcome to the other LA.