I am moving in two weeks.  It is bearing down on me.  Everybody asks if I am going to have a garage sale and the answer is "No."  I am so confused at this point I can't decide what to keep and what to give away, throw out, or sell.  I gave away everything that they took out of my new house to the workers that were laying tile and painting.  It got all of that stuff out of the garage.

But here, I look at something, wonder if I will ever use it, wonder if I need it, then can't decide--and throw it in the box with the rest of the stuff.  Since I don't know what to keep, my plan is to open boxes when I get there, take out what I want,  then leave the rest of it in the box and put the boxes in the garage.  I can narrow it down better that way than figuring it out here.

Then Becky can come over and have a garage sale.  Her neighborhood doesn't allow garage sales.  She will use the proceeds to buy a ticket overseas and use the frequent-flyer miles to get a ticket for her niece or sister or me to go overseas with her.  She has to take three trips a year to stay at the top of the frequent flyer list so that she gets triple miles.  It's a science at this point.  She flies a lot.  Four overseas trips a year.

It is a five hour round trip drive to Edmond and I have been making it every week for the past few months.  I get very weary.  I'm not the gal I used to be.  Last week I took  most of my winter clothes and hung them in the master closet.  That felt good.  

People say that God helps those who help themselves.  He has been helping me.  I haven't had any health problems since December.  Not even a runny nose.  I am so thankful.  And my strength is holding out.  I have lifted a hundred boxes full of stuff.  Every day I pack three or four more.

God is good.