Poor Cliff

We are officially moved, but Cliff's work has only just started. The poor man deserves a medal for all he's done. For instance: The trailer house came equipped with a refrigerator and range. However, the refrigerator was too small to suit me, and the range didn't have a timer. I can't cook without a timer... I go off doing something else and burn everything. Also, it was old enough that it used pilot lights. With the current price of propane, I wasn't fond of having three small open flames burning expensive fuel twenty-four hours a day.

So Cliff and I switched these appliances from one house to the other. That in itself wasn't an easy task, getting them through doors that were barely big enough to squeeze through. Then the kitchen range fittings on the two stoves were different, even though they're both propane stoves. Cliff had an awful time making the stove I already had work here.

I still have piles of stuff here and there, and I seem to spend half my time looking for stuff. I'll go in a room to get something, see something that needs doing, start on that, and totally forget what I was originally doing.

Cliff's job has only begun. There's skirting, and dirt-work, and so much more.

His sister, Charlene, and her husband were in the area yesterday; they brought pizza for supper, which was much appreciated. We all had a great, relaxing visit.

I know this is a lot of rambling, but that's about all I can muster at this point.