Ketchup and Salt

We closed on the new farm last Tuesday. What an adventure this has been!

We stayed at the new house on the very first night. Mr. WestBerry fetched mattresses for the children and our bed and we collapsed after hosting his parents for an "opening day" dinner of pizza and wings provided by the sellers' real estate agent.

Since then, we've taken it day by day. We take a van or truck-load of boxes over on our way to/or from work or when a situation necessitates a special trip. Last night, for example, we discovered that their weren't enough boy socks at the new house (H2) for school so we ran over.

Our dog is at the old house, keeping guard. He was glad to see us (again).

Today I'm working on grading and my own homework here at H1 (House 1) because there is no high speed cable at H2. The washer and dryer are still here as is the stove. From the chest freezer downstairs I pulled some frozen french fries for my lunch.

But the ketchup and salt are at H2.

We're making do.