This week, we brought back the last of our things from the Sedalia ranch we've called home for several years. When we pulled in, five deer greeted us with shocked expressions: "Where did you come from??" And we soon learned that hauling heavy boxes down the ladder from the garage loft was not exactly easy. (The Brick shimmied down three steps, trying desperately not to drop the box as I tried to grab it and ease it down. Do that a few times, and you'll feel it in back and shoulders.)
We also cleaned out our share of food from our friends' freezer, and packed it in tubs. One of the tubs was put upside-down on top of a bag of quilts, to keep it secure. On the way home, just south of Pueblo, we hit a HUGE bump...and discovered, once we got home, that one of the tubs fell off. Weirdly, nearly all the frozen food stayed in the truck. Much of it stuck to the lid -- and the rest was scattered in the truck bed. All the road crew got was a few assorted bags of veggies, the empty bin -- and a frozen pizza!
I hope they like Supreme.
Our old home. We loved it there.
New home. Loving it here, too!
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