Scarlet o’hara…

This ol’ body has more mileage than a 20 year old Honda and the exterior is as cracked and broken as you'd expect. I'm not firing on all cylinders lately, but by golly I am determined, if nothing else, to make it across the finish line. Moving isn't for the faint of heart , so there's no Jane Austen-like ladies drinking tea in what was once my parlor. Neither, today, are there any wealthy landowners dueling for my hand….

What I'm trying to say is that I feel a bit like Scarlet O’Hara from Gone With the Wind….my strength is gone but my resolve is as unbroken as ever….after all Vivienne Leigh was actually a Brit under all that green curtain fabric and mud. So far, I have been up since 2am trying to wrap up the remainder of the packing before we move in 3 days. I feel like my wagon is broken and my horse has died, but I will keep going! If I hadn't been so hasty to dismiss my “staff", I would quite happily delegate the remaining chores on my “to do" list. I will faint not! Well maybe just a little between boxes and cleaning and mowing and patching holes and drooling from lack of sleep. My front door is open should you wish to check on this courageous heroine and her dice with the almost impossible.