Almost Like Moving

You know those magazines that tell about home improvement, the ones women like to read? Well, my Dorothy is no exception. She got hold of one that show pictures of a dining room that was opened up to the foyer by removing a piece of the wall. And that put her mind to moving at supersonic speed. When she settled down and a plan was in place she called Cyrus and Dyrus Simmons, these twin boys that do renovation around here, for an estimate. And darn if they didn't make her a good price so we're in for a lot of work inside the big house. She wants doorways raised and that means new doors, walls cut out and that means moving air ducts and some wiring and of all things she wants the entry hall ceiling lowered (it's one of those that go all the way to the second floor ceiling) and a storage room built in the space over the new ceiling.

The money ain't the thing that bothers me and I can get by with the dust and noise of the work. It's the packing up and moving stuff that really irks me. All the paintings had to be taken down and gently moved to spare bedrooms. The drapes were moved and placed gingerly over the spare beds. Figurines, or whatever you call those little statues of people like Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, were wrapped in bubble-wrap and lowered carefully into packing boxes, All the furniture that could be moved was moved and the rest was covered up.

Now we're ready. Cyrus and Dyrus think they can finish before Thanksgiving. And I hope so. That will be one more thing to be thankful for.

Tales of Harper, short stories and poems about the fictional town of Harper, Mississippi is available on Amazon Kindle