Only Two More Days!

Only two more days until the estate sale. I can't believe we're here already. The team has been wonderful - I couldn't have chosen a better company. We've already sold all the antiques, a lot of the clothes, all the fine crystal, the peacock, the entry table and mirror, most of the ivory. They have certain customers who get private invitations to come before the public comes and they pay top dollar. We've had people in here every day all this week, all day. I'm exhausted, but I'm also exhiliarated. I'm beginning to get very excited and I can't wait to move into the carriage house. Francine is going with me tomorrow to do some measuring so I can make final decisions on what furniture to bring, so that I can sell what I don't bring. I'm not going to be here during the sale - I've made plans for all three days. Wayne, however, is planning to be here to keep an eye on things. When I come home Sunday night, there's not going to be very much furniture. All the dishes and pots and pans I've been using will be in boxes, because we don't want to risk anyone buying them, so it's going to be very difficult to live here. I'm going to try to arrange the move for as soon as possible after the sale. I've interviewed one company already, and I'll probably just go with them. Deja's using them for the two antiques she's buying and they come highly recommended by friends of hers. What a journey this has been. And it's not over, because I'll be starting a whole new life once I move. How many people get to say that at my age?