Friday, October 4, 2013

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore of a dark Scottish lake. --Walter Scott

OK, so we're not in Scotland . . . and we don't live next to a lake. But, we do live next to a pond, and there is indeed a shadow on my door, and that door is, you guessed it; on a cottage.

So, obviously, we moved.

We packed one tiny dog, one very disgruntled cat, and all our worldly possessions into a moving van, said "tra-la and goodbye" to the pink house and brown cockroaches of Georgia, and ascended to the wilds of . . . New Jersey.

It was a long trip and it deserved a long sentence.

I've literally been too busy painting our new house (as in slapping gallons of green paint onto ancient, once white siding) to take the time to paint our new house (as in, well, you see).

But, I finally sat down and did it. Yay me.