Moving into the new house

We are happily in our new house. Another duplex but this one has 3 bedrooms, one of which is my office. Only one of the girls lives with me because the oldest daughter still has 2 sons at home. I am so proud of my girls, that they want to take care of me. My lungs aren't getting any better so I'm on Oxygen 24/7 even if the one technician said I didn't need to be. He doesn't have to walk from one end of the house to the other end just to make a bathroom trip. I just don't tell him. I moved to a different city/state so I don't see him anymore.

When I moved to this new house in a different state, I came without furniture. My daughters have taken the responsibility of putting together the furniture. Starting with my bed, then came a desk for my computer. Then I needed a chest of drawers for some of my clothes, and after that came a dresser for the other daughter that actually lives here with me, and then her new bed. And in the ensuing days, there was a large stand for the TV, a 50 inch one at that. Then it was end tables for the living room, a nightstand for my bedroom, and 2 stands for Denise's room, and then a second dresser for my bedroom. All of those items came in a big box in pieces with instructions and all the necessary nuts and bolts but a special screwdriver for the building of all of the parts to make a house a home. And there is a "cubby with 8 places for the storge and one more bookcase for my reading books.

I'm about halfway through a new series of mysteries and I've been building another series about a Scottish Bakery with the laddies running it being helpful in solving mysteries. The setting for this series is Michigan in a Scottish town up there with a lot of Scottish descendants of Scottish parents. They run a bakery with a sitting room in a converted funeral parlor. Three ladies from the same college who got together years after staying in touch and deciding that they could handle a bakery with one doing the baking, one doing the books, and one running the front of the business and sales floor.

The latest project for my girls was to "clean up my collection of Santa's before the Christmas season hits us. Charlie can attest to the size of my collection. The sad thing is the big tote with the Teddy bears in it didn't fit on the moving truck without raising the price of the truck by $700. dollars. They have turned the dining room into a hospital for large Santa dolls. A toothbrush to clean up the faces, and brush their furry parts of their clothes. There is a shelf at the top of the dining/& living room that runs all around the 2 rooms across the top. It looks to be about 12 or so inches deep but we can tell when they got this part of the building "move-in ready" they didn't bother to clean up the years of dust that previous tenants hadn't cleaned either. I bought a very large ladder so the girls can take turns cleaning that shelf so the Santas have a place to reside for the upcoming season. They will put the dolls up there with some tissue paper covers until it's almost Christmas and then we'll take off the tissue for the holidays and put it back on until we move again next June. Hopefully into a single unit with a fenced back yard. And a small space for my garden.

I want to grow my own tomatoes and maybe a few more herbs that will taste better fresh from the garden.  I tried pumpkins at one of our houses in Richland but lost my balance and landed on top of the poor little pumpkin plants which killed them for the season.

At least I'm in a bigger house than the one in Walla Walla and my #2 daughter is living with me. She considers herself as the alarm in the night. She came in one night when she heard me fighting for breath and handed me the O2 cannula and said: "put this on". I must have pulled it free because it was pinching my ears (one ear has had part of the top removed from cancer) so it hurt a little and in my sleep, I pulled it off.

Well, I've been up for 3 hours so it's either time for taking my vitals or fixing breakfast. I have some small jars of boost but I can't drink them anymore because in my old age I've developed lactose intolerance. It really hurts to drink milk any more. But I'm going to try the Almond milk to see if I can handle that on my cereal.

Everyone have a good weekend and be safe!
Hugs from Colorado

Don't have any pics to show yet. Can't find my cameras. but I can take pics with my new phone that my Grandson Bob fixed up for me!

The Almond Milk is pretty darn good.