It seems now that there is so much too write about, and at the same time, too little. Blaise flew to Paris on the 1st of June, and the kids finished school on the 2nd (a full day this year since the diocese has evidently decided that the school is no longer allowed to count Mass and distributing report cards as a day of school).
And then the race was on: our plane tickets were set for the first of July, and beginning on the 21st of June, we wanted to join my parents at the cottage they rent on Lake Superior every summer. In between, we needed to pack everything in the house and move it into a storage facility (which we still needed to rent), sell the car, and squeeze in birthday/farewell parties for the girls and a farewell party for Ezio. At least renting the house out was already taken care of.
Two weeks before we were scheduled to head to the cottage, I listed the minivan on Craigslist, anticipating that it might take some time to sell it. Fifteen minutes later I started getting emailed inquiries, so I put the kids in the car and headed for Target to look at suitcases and Lowes to get a new light fixture for the ceiling fan in the living room which was (evidently) melted (which explained why replacing the bulbs failed to result in a functional light fixture). By the time we got back, I had half a dozen messages, so I picked the one that seemed most likely and emailed them back. Ninety minutes later I had $1700 in cash and no car. And the sudden realization that we had no milk.
To Be Continued. . .
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