COMMENTARY — "Gloom, despair and agony on me..."
If you remember these words from "Hee Haw," then you probably have a good feel for my mood all last week. The past nine days of my life have been engulfed with nothing more than moving all of my belongings from one home to the next.
My husband, myself and our four daughters all had the privilege of buying a new home just a few miles down the road from our old homestead, but when moving, it felt the same as moving across the country. Trying to fit every last piece of clothing and furniture in each car load is testing, but after we started considering it more like a puzzle than a task, it did become more bearable.
Our new home has 23 steps from the living room to upstairs. I hail from a home with no steps, so this is a new beast to me. My legs will be in excellent shape when this move is completely over. After walking and running up and down these steps over 7,000 times during the week, I felt like the stairs and I had become pretty good friends. I know that the third step from the bottom squeaks and the steps know exactly how much I weigh. We seemed to be moving in synch pretty well throughout the whole move.
When most of the stuff was finally moved in this Saturday, the hubby and I decided to scurry off to a celebration dinner for all of the long hours and hard work we had put in. It was the first time I had put on make up and fixed my hair right all week, and I was finally feeling like a human being again. As I walked down the stairs with a phone in one hand and a brush in the other, it became quite apparent that the stairs and I were no longer in synch, as I hit the third step from the top and completely missed the next three. Missing steps wasn’t the issue, it was the fifth through 20th steps that hurt as I landed on them.