Part 2 (Day 1 MiniNaNo)

This is continued from here.

The light of the day has dwindled into a pale evening. As we drive up the hill away from our newly purchased house the fine streaks of daylight in their oranges red and purples begin to embrace the sky. The moon is just visible in the grey sky. A full moon. My husband incline his head toward me.
“You know there was a couple times that I could have sworn the cats were already in the house today.” he says
“What do you mean”
“Well I’d see a tail, or something, disappearing around the corner but when the mop bucket tipped over I could have sworn I even heard cats scampering away.”
“Really?” Although I had some of the same feelings I don’t admit it. “Well, I bet you are just so used to cats being around that your brain is playing tricks on you. Seeing and hearing what you expect.”

We laugh about this and pull into the small parking lot to pick up our daughter. Her sweet 3-year-old face lights up to get both Mommy and Daddy picking her up.
“Do I have a backyard now Daddy?” She asks as she jumps up into his arms.
“Yes and we will go see it in the morning sweetie now we need to go back to our old place and get ready for the movers to come and get our stuff in the morning.”

Our apartment feels small and crowded especially after the large empty house. It is warmer and still feels firmly of home. Tonight is for packing and Pizza very little left to do.

The alarm goes off with extra urgency and very loudly. I open my eyes to see it’s face blurred barley 2 inches from the end of my nose. I takes me a moment to realize that I am sleeping on the mattress on the floor as everything else is stacked boxed and dismantled. the small box that the clock sits on is almost the same height as the mattress and I have curled up very close to the edge. I often try and get as close to the alarm clock as I can when the next morning is full of exiting promises. I slap the button on top of the clock giving the

My mind races through the day a head the movers are coming. We have so much to do. I can hear my husband still breathing the long relaxed breaths of sleep. The temptation to let him rest and stay in bed for the next hour rises in me but with the excitement of getting our belonging ensconced in out new home triumphs and I sit up putting my feet on the floor.

I feel the stiffness that has settled in from yesterday’s hard work. My right hand hurts the most. between washing down everything down and the signing of my name what felt like several hundred times. I massage my right hand relieving some of its ache but adding to the ache of the left. As I switch I marvel at how relieving pain can cause pain else where.

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