See Jane Move: Furry Friday Guest Post

 "The Mama" is busy, so she allowed me to share some thoughts today about how my life has been turned upside down. Apparently we've moved...again. I was just getting used to my basement spot in Illinois, becoming an indoor guy, and losing my best friend Sadie the dog, when they stuck me in a tiny crate. It was a suffocating experience. Allie picked me up (I barely remembered her; she's been somewhere called Costa Rica) and she left me at the Purdy Prison. Not too bad-I got lots of attention, meals, and music during nap time.

I lost track of time. I guess I was waiting for my family for two weeks. They brought me inside a house and told me I was "home". I needed some alone time to think. I also knew I'd be in trouble when they discovered my salmon dinner came up on the bonus room carpet and left a stain...

The rain and tall trees seem familiar. Every day I ask to go outside but am denied. They mutter something about safety...When I ask too loudly, my people stick me out in the garage with all the boxes. I'd show you a picture but then you'd know I apparently live with a bunch of hoarders.                                                                                                  
I am missing Mitch & Amy-not sure why, but they stayed in Chicago. Now I have the sisters to hang with, my pet parents, and occasionally Tall Tim visits.

Finally "the Mama" got a fire going. Even if it's still messy around here, they play good music and I feel a sense that our family is home.

"In Peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O LORD will keep me safe." Psalm 4:8

My paw, In His Grip, Tigger Duncan Carver

See Jane Move: Unpacking Trumps Writing

We are slowly settling in here at "Carver Corner". I have many excuses for not writing/posting since March 8th (Packing, traveling, no internet, no idea how to get pictures off my I-pad, etc...) For now I'll stick with the number one reason: unpacking trumps blogging! I'll catch you up on our moving adventures as soon as I don't see boxes all around me. I chose to show you the flattened boxes, but oh my, there are more to unpack! At the moment all I know is my new address, God is good and that I'd better go get busy!

In His Grip,
Jane

See Jane Move: They Call Him Cargo

Our count-down to move continues. Today is our last day before the moving van pulls up. Our to-do plans for today; ship the cat (more on that in a minute, head to Batavia to sign legal papers, pick up dry cleaning & prescriptions, pack the last boxes, do a quick clean before the buyers swing by, say goodbye to our oldest son and return him his Wii and computer, and empty the refrigerator. I'm sure I've forgotten something...Oh-mike has a "drug test" for his new job.


This is travel day for Tigger, and he is NOT excited. Due to his personality and high self-esteem, he assumed he would be flying 1st class in a comfy leather seat. He is stuffed into a small crate that American Airlines specified for his flight out to Washington. I'm sure he would like to break out like the dinosaur in the picture above. (That photo was taken Saturday as we drove by the Indianapolis Children's Museum. Maybe the dinos heard the news Peyton is leaving the Colts and they're busting out to follow him...)  


American Airlines call our cat a cargo shipment. We call him Tigger, Tig, hey Big Boy, Tiggie Biggie; you get the idea...Tig is our beloved pet, not just 13+ pounds of cargo. Our daughter will pick him up at SeaTac and deliver him to "camp" (the Purdy Women's Prison) where he'll spend the next week. Moving is stressful for everyone in the family.

My daily yoga app sort of came to a screeching halt when the boxes took over the basement and living room. That Zen feeling has disappeared as workers arrive each day to take care of "the list" issues. Yesterday was clean the mold out of the attic day, (They wore suits like astronauts as if our house was dangerous.) Me attempting to do a "downward dog" probably wasn't what the worker guys needed to see. By 5:00 each day I've been ready for a Cosmo instead of a "sun salutation"..

I'd better get ready for the day before Mike returns from O'Hare with stories of Tigger in the cargo hold. Hopefully our kitty trusts us as much as we're trusting God with each detail of this move and I know I am His beloved.
 To be continued...


In His Grip, Jane
(I just received a hot Starbucks mocha and donut-yum!)