Move Out/Move In IV and the Big Day is Over

Today was the day.
I got my first maintenance check to deposit in the bank and
hired a truck and a father and son to help move the items from the condo.

It took them 1 hour of packing and unpacking and cost me $200.
The dad really knew how to move furniture.
That was good because they had the oldest pickup with wheels that were bending in and almost flat. I don't know how they got to Rogers Park and how they got back to the South side of Chicago.

The dad told his son Justin, "You work better than the guys I work with!"
Justin was out of school and said, "This is better than sitting around." He was, sad to say,
another overweight teen. I don't know how we can help our teens be healthy. The weather is sunny and extremely warm. I gave the men a choice of Gatorade or root beer to drink as they unpacked. Both wanted Gatorade, I was sorry I didn't have a larger bottle to share with them as they drained the glasses really quickly.

I felt really funny, a little nervous, but I have been moving out since the first of April. I felt, "The deed is done." I only need to go through the downstair's storage areas to see what I might want from there. All of my Christmas items are there and memory boxes and photos, etc.

After they left I sat down and pondered the boxes everywhere. My life "in boxes." I thought looking at all the stuff, "I brought too much, I need to give away." I want to be a minimalist. My only treasures are the different paintings I have. One pastel I created entitled, "My father's prayers" has never hung on a wall. I used pastels for it after his death in 1987. I am going to hang it in my bedroom, I think. I need to buy a dining room table and chairs. Pier 1 has them on sale. I really have to get serious about unpacking and organizing as my sister Connie is coming from Detroit the middle of July. So...now I have no excuses and must unpack and be organized when they arrive. I have the weekend after the 4th of July so I have to get cracking!

I must work the next two days then Lisa, Ellie and I will head to St. Croix to celebrate Lisa's 40th birthday. We will spend a week on the island. I don't know what we will find, nor the weather. It is 80's and raining today while we here in the States are droughting to death.
I hope the sun and sand and being away from Chicago will do my soul good.