Things went differently than we planned; we just HAD to repack our little friend who is heading off to a new home. Rose and Sophie and some of the rest of us looked at each other once, twice and three times  . . . and we sprung on her. We just couldn’t let her leave without giving her hugs and making her send-off special.

Sooooo . . . . I carefully opened her unit and, let me tell you, it was tough – keeping it all neat and ready to go back together. Then I changed my mind; I threw caution to the wind and announced we were going to TOTALLY relocate her into a new refugee transport. Sophie got red bubble wrap and Rose found some raffia and I got scissors. Stop panicking. I didn’t cut anything vital.

We wrapped up her little pet traveling companion first and tied that knapsack with a bow; we were  going to use bells but feared repercussions in the post 9/11 world. Then I personally tucked in the refugee and stuffed tissue paper around her and placed her security blanket on top.

We closed the box and taped and taped and taped and made her really secure. Then we went to the Post Office and sent her off and got a number by which to track her. Oh, what did I do with it? Drat. Let the search be on.

I thought I sat down and relaxed and wrote a wee bit yesterday; I guess I didn’t. You’d think I surely would have; I mean we had a winter storm and Der Bingle had to drive back to Fairborn. I put lights on the tree and called Summer down to look at them and she decided we should put on some additional ones that have 16 functions. So we have these nice small globe lights that have a cut-glass appearance and then there are the possible seizure strings. I convinced her to do slow twinkling but she could get tricky.

Right now, I am sitting here watching the East Noble 2- Hour Delay announcement that came yesterday afternoon . . . but still no closing. Oh, it could get bad – the tongue lashing Summer will give the corporation. This is the situation: the actual snow stopped last night, but we do have a strong wind and low temperature forecast. Soooo . . . given this is Northern Indiana and what do you expect in winter here?  Perhaps they will stick with the delay . . . and East Noble officials will have wooden sticks in their little “vampire” hearts. Ooooooh, I’m getting nervous.

Guess we’ll have to get all the soda pop into the house instead of in the vestibule, because . . . the low tonight will be ONE degree. That MIGHT be low enough to cool off some hotheads if necessary.