There is nothing like a bit of pressure to push us to greater heights…and hopefully get us to and over the line. But there are times when we push too hard and take on too much, also because of the pressure.
We have a moving date to leaving town, but a full 8 days before said date, the packers will show up and begin the process. The Bean is thinking that since they start on a Friday, then take the weekend off, she should use that weekend to pack up what she’s taking with her and load the car if she can. Actually, I believe that she really wants to just leave town and hope they do the rest of it properly without her. But I know she wouldn’t do that. She’s already talking about getting snacks and drinks to feed the workers and such. Right now, I think she’s just afraid that she won’t have things organized before they show up.
This past Monday was the final Capital City Hitty Club of Virginia, at least with Bean as hostess here at our house. It will continue on with another person taking the helm in Williamsburg/Yorktown, though we are unsure whether all of those who have been so faithful can continue to come to all the meetings because the new destination will be another hour further from a few of them, and it’s hard to drive three hours to a four-hour meeting (makes for a 10-hour day), even if it only happens once every three months. But the new leader hopes to bring in a few other people from the local UFDC affiliated doll club that the Bean and several of the others belong to, so… Maybe the group will split and the ones who will end up too far to come will start a spin-off in the northern part of the state. That would be excellent.
The good news is that Bean’s son and dearest Daughter-in-Law (Auntie Glenda) will be coming late next month to help give the final push to the finish line before the move. Gives them a chance to see Auntie Sara and her mini-beans while having a place to stay (our house). That was last week’s secret, not wanting to overshare before Auntie Glenda could tell Auntie Sara the news herself. It has been done, and we all look forward to their visit and their help.
Bean had a lovely lunch today with a very old friend – like an almost 30 year friend – and her daughter. She’s filling her social calendar like nobody’s business. Everyone wants to say good bye. She needs to get it done now so that she won’t have to do it right when things get extra “hairy” as she would say. And she needed the break today too. She’s got two more farewells scheduled for next week. Packers arrive, 6 weeks from tomorrow. Hope she has a very limited supply of friends to lunch and coffee with.
Dolls have been flying out the door, off to their new owners courtesy of the Evil Bay. Bean says Smidge, Kele, and me are not dolls – we’re just little resin people, so must stick close to her. We (and the Rurukos) along with the Hittys will be traveling with her on the long drive.
It’s good to feel that special.