Moves On

Well, the move is on. The house went up on the market and three days later it was sold. Like lightening, it's done. We were offered cash. Amazing. Plans are underway. What do we take, what do we throw away. Sorting through the lives we've collected. Stuff, and more stuff. This is the "stuff" we are made of. Memories, treasures, and junk. I get to reminisce looking through old papers my parents have saved. Things from school mostly, like report cards, and achievement awards, the school newspaper I wrote on, my graduating class printed in the town paper, cards I'd made for my mom. To move requires you to go through everything you own, piece by piece, evaluate it, is it worthy of making that trip with you, or have you already moved on from it. It's the trial, and judgement is severe. I have had my life judged by another already, and mostly it was left behind. Deemed worthless. I don't have much at this point to choose from. I guess the benifit is that I really don't have much to pack, a few items of clothing for myself and the innocents, and all our toys. The promise of something new lies in the near future almost obtainable but just over the horizon. Like the sun about to rise and the sky has become a purple blue and you know if you wait, the colors will be amazing and life will have the light it needs to thrive.

Friday Night at PC Pub

We had ourselves a party at PC Pub last night. It just worked out that way. It started out with Jeff and Pat and I. Pak showed up a little later, then Brian from the Bank, then Ted(Pak's huspand) and their daughter Samantha came over. Then Pat left, and Rich(Quaketown Rite Aid manager) arrived. Next it was Gail(ex- pennsburg Rite Aid manager) and Jen(Harleysville Rite Aid manager). We parked it out on the pattio, huge glass table and cumffy lounge chairs. I think we used almost every chair out there for our group. It was a blast!! At one point, Pak is crawling under the table to get out to go to the bathroom, that girl is a crack-up. Samantha seemed a little bored as any teenager might with having to spend an evening with a bunch of tipsy "old" people. I didn't get to harass Rich too much, he was sitting too far around the table to have much of a conversation with him. Jeff kept the conversation going, which is his area of speciality. He can be so hilarious. It was mostly all shop talk, since it was mostly all Rite Aid or ex-Rite Aid employees. About seven thirty, everyone decided it was time to eat, so they went inside for food. Jeff left, he was late getting home, and I left, I had my little ones to tend to. It was a good time, much needed for a lot of us. Hope to do it again before I leave.