The Same Only Different

Heading down to Myrtle Beach, SC, for anything other than a relaxing good time certainly isn’t typical for us fun, wacky folk, but that’s what Ms. B. and friends Terry & Beth ended up doing over the weekend. Our friends Gerry & Bridget, who have hosted us at their beach condo any number of times, have sold said condo, and they generously invited us to take any of the furniture, since they no longer had any need for it. So, Terry & Beth acquired a U-Haul trailer for just that purpose, and on Friday afternoon, we all trucked ourselves down to the beach. Now, we did actually manage to work in a little fun — some good eating and drinking, as well as a wee smidgen of geocaching per me — but we did indeed spend most of our time hauling big-ass furniture out of the place. And then we trucked back to the Triad, unloaded stuff first at Terry & Beth’s, then at Kimberly’s, and then at mine. Lord, all that hauling just about did these old bones in. Maintaining social distance during moving was pretty difficult, but we had all kept ourselves totally isolated during the preceding week, and we wore masks whenever close contact was inevitable.

At the end of it all, I was able to completely overhaul my living room, which you see in the photo above. It’s taken a ton of work, and there may be some tweaking on the whole business yet, but Casa de Rodan has taken on a bit of a new look. Same place, only different.

Sleep. Sleep is good. Whew.

Droolie approves.

View from the front door