Last week's column was an account of Rebecca and Andy's move from Kaukauna to De Pere, well it was the first half of the story, anyway.
Today I'm going to make an effort to write "the rest of the story," as Paul Harvey used to say.
When I left off last week, Rebecca and Andy were living with us - for a few days.
They had cleaned out their Kaukauna apartment and were waiting for their new apartment to be vacated and cleaned - a gap in time for them, but a fun time on Sunnybook Farm for us - when they said they needed a place to stay for a few nights, all I thought was 'PARTY!'
Of course, it wasn't party time for the kids (yes, they are kids to me no matter their ages). Their belongings were stored everywhere, even in my car and they knew they were heading towards Saturday, the busiest day of the move.
Rebecca and Andy asked us, "What time do you get up in the morning?" They didn't want to disturb us. They are early risers, even on ordinary days.
I told them around six - no cows to milk here, and age has slowed us down some.
The kids got up around 4:30 a.m., but we didn't hear them moving about. What I did notice was the wonderful smell of fresh coffee brewing. I came down for a cup - yum, even though I usually drink tea when I first get up.
Everyone went to work that Friday. Bob needed me to transport him to and from a field where he was working.
The rest of the time I puttered around the house dusting and picking up our usual clutter, preparing for Serenity's fifth birthday party here that Saturday - you see now why that day was going to be crazy.
Even more, when they went to pick up the key to their apartment Friday during lunch, the woman was still there. They joked that she was going to become their boarder.
Grocery shopping for the party took place Friday afternoon. We asked our son Rob to bring his cooler with ice when he came with the boys on Saturday. That would supplement the lack of space in our fridge, which held food from two households.
Saturday morning, I awoke to the delicious smells of coffee and pancakes. Rebecca had already swept the floors. All I had to do was mop.
Rebecca and Andy had to pick up the birthday girl and Great-great-grandma Irene.
They also had to get the cake from the bakery, too - after a quick stop at the new apartment - to make sure the last tenant was really gone - and then they would return to the farm.
Bob and I just hoped they would get here before their guests arrived. (Past years, Serenity's birthday party had been held at their apartment. That sure wouldn't work this year.)
If I had tried to plan the timing for this day, nothing would have worked out, but things went pretty well for the kids.
When they got back from their Green Bay/De Pere errands, Andy fired up our gas grill along with a charcoal grill - he wanted to make sure all the brats and burgers got cooked - leftovers came in handy later for them while they were moving.
This was a party mostly of adults. Ethan and Seth were the only other children here besides Serenity. Being the center of attention made Serenity extra shy, but she did join her cousins when they shot off a few rockets in our backyard.
Dark clouds appeared. We moved inside for food and gifts. Time flew. Soon it was two and the end of the party. Moving resumed, but this time many birthday revelers were drafted to help - actually they offered their help.
Bob and I stayed home to clean up after the party as the rest headed towards De Pere. Andy took the U-Haul. Others drove filled cars to the apartment.
The rain came with wind, but only came in short-lived blasts. Between raindrops, the kids were moved into their new place. Being on the second floor made it a little more of an effort, but with many hands that part of the move went swiftly.
Sunday, we drove our filled car over and unloaded clothes into their closet. Boxes still filled the rooms, but they were in . . . except what was back on the farm,
I kept finding things left behind: mayo, pears, lunchmeat, bowls, and more. Actually, the last stored framed photos left our home a week later. Now they are finally settled. . . . I think.
Susan Manzke, Sunnybook Farm, N8646 Miller Rd, Seymour, WI 54165; Sunnybook@aol.com; www.susanmanzke.net; http://www.facebook.com/susan.manzke.:///:///