Still working on it, still moving stuff out of the way. Time is running out, they will be here in the morning.
People from church will be here early tomorrow morning to start working on the flooring in my house. I have been working somewhat steadily, between interruptions, to move the furniture out of the house. Thankfully I have the storage building and my carport to stage this stuff while work is being done. Later today my nephew will be here to help my son move the bigger stuff.
As I have moved and removed, I have stacked stuff all through various parts of the house. My back porch looks as if a hoarder has had access thanks to the way I stacked drawers and clothing. The top of the closest that was my son’s, now has all of my hats and some old quilts stuffed in there for safe staging. The bookshelf is piled high with photo albums. The bed and dresser still has to be removed. The couch, a large chair and coffee table needs to be taken out. The piano will be shoved into the kitchen-somehow. I have a long bookshelf filled with cookbooks that I rarely touch. Most are for when my son entertained a vegetarian lifestyle. Some are heart healthy recipes. The problem with most of these, is the recipes call for ingredients that I rarely if ever purchase. Thankfully most of these books came from a discount store so I didn’t pay full price. Part of me wants to get rid of them somehow but the bibliophile in me doesn’t want to let go. Maybe if somehow I ever win the lottery, I can build a library on the house. That’s not happening but one can dream.
I remember back when I worked, we would get word of the company owner coming to visit. We would go full out insane cleaning, staging, removing what we could. We had the intent that the place would be show room quality. Dumpsters would overflow from stuff trashed. The smaller warehouse would suddenly overflow as materials were moved and staged until they could be placed elsewhere. Machines were cleaned until they came as close to shining as possible. Floors would be buffed as clean of oil and marks as possible. The owner was coming, we had to make ready.
The repair crew are coming, I need to make ready.
When my husband was alive and I knew he was coming home I would get busy. I wanted the house to be a welcoming home. I didn’t want him to have to worry over anything, just to be able to rest. Everything possible was cleaned, put away, removed. He was coming home, I needed to make ready.
When ever we plan for guests for any reason, we do everything humanly possible to be prepared. Same as above, we clean, we organize, we try to make sure our home or where ever the visit is taken place is as clean, prepared, welcoming as possible.
We prepare for storms. We prepare for vacations or work trips. We prepare for sporting events, whether we are spectator or participant. We prepare for anything that may come around. Colds, accidents, ill health, death.
Have we prepared, are we ready, for what happens when death comes? Are we ready, should Jesus return in this lifetime? I’m not saying He will, I’m saying He might. No one knows the time. No one can calculate, can find clues, no one but God Almighty knows when Christ will return. It will be sudden. It will be as He said, as a thief in the night. Are you taking this seriously?
Home repairs, vacations, guests, all are temporary. All are here and gone. Eternity is forever. When we die, we will spend it somewhere. Don’t allow today’s media to fool you, to deceive you, to cause you to err in your decision. Don’t allow the loudest voice to sway you. Listen for the quiet truth. Seek that truth. The choice is ours. The question stands, have you made ready? Are you truly ready? For Jesus the Christ, is returning some day. Once that happens, the choice you made, stands forever.
Moving is never fun, even if you are not moving! I hope your back is okay, Rebecca. I love the last few sentences. 🙏🏻✝️
My son and nephew will be doing the heavy lifting. I’m just doing the lighter more manageable stuff, which sadly there is way too much of. My son’s trailer is going to be full of a lot of stuff that does not go back to where it was.
If I were your son I wouldn’t like the extra stuff in my place! 😂
Let me clarify that comment. I meant the trailer he uses to haul off the trash. The only thing I carried out to the camper was his motorcycle gear.
Oh. I hope this repair goes smoothly and quickly for you guys, Rebecca. And for the dogs and kitties too. ☺️
Thank you. You and me both. The dogs were not happy when my son and nephew were moving the heavy stuff out. I had to keep coming in here to calm them down. I imagine I’ll be spending a lot of time with them while the work is being done. Otherwise they might end up fighting again in this room and that would not be good on many levels.
Oh no, no fighting, dogs! I remember your post on them fighting, it scares me, Rebecca! 😭
I came into the room and gave them treats and that calmed them down. I’ll be in here with them tomorrow for the most part, if I have to go out, I’ll find some way to either keep them calm or separated. Even if it means getting my son to sit with them.
That sounds like a good plan. 👍🏻
Keeping them separated worked as well. One in the house, one in the camper. Even when they were together though they weren’t too bad..
Yes, but they had a fight a few days ago. Best to keep them separated in certain circumstances. ☺️
Very true. Currently they are sleeping this rainy afternoon away, dreaming of chasing the squirrel.. or the cats, not sure which..
Peace in your home. 🙏🏻
Which I am very thankful for because around here, with this group of critters that is rare.