Life as a city dweller

The chapter in our lives known as "moving" has finally come to an end, and I for one am very grateful. As of last Friday, April 20, the movers moved us into Marshfield, Wis., in about five or six hours. We are now what is known as "city dwellers."

I wouldn't recommend to anyone waiting as long as we did to finally decide to move. The old saying "don't worry about it, let your kids deal with it after you are gone" would be even worse on them than it was for us now. I thank the Lord every day that we are finally in and moving is behind us.

Now, there are still boxes that haven't been unpacked and lots of "mess" but as each box is emptied, I can now throw it into the Dumpster. That too is an experience -- trash bins. We didn't have them out in the country. As well as dishwashers, and I don't mean the two-handed ones either. And the garbage disposal, that we didn't have out in our country abode.

We are at the edge of town, but very close to Wal-Mart, Aldi's, Applebee's and Menards. Now it can't get much better than that.

We are also quite close to the hospital and clinic which saves us much time. We can be there in about 10 minutes. Whereas before when we lived out in the country, we had to allow about an hour to get there, park and make it to our appointment.

As you can see, there are many plusses to living in the city, but then my mind starts to wander and I think of our huge yard, my flower beds, fruit trees and our bird feeders, bird bath and our woods that we could see from our living room window out in the country. But time marches on and we have to keep in step and begin the next chapter in our lives.

Son Rob brought our Ironquill sign that reads "Welcome to Ironquill" and put it on the railing on our patio porch and he also hung the pole for our flag, so the first morning we were here I hung out our flag.

Would you believe we are the only ones in the complex that has a flag up? I am proud to be an American and will shout it from the rooftops.

There are so many things that I insisted on bringing to our apartment, and now find that Bob was right (drat it).

All of these things that I thought were so important really aren't. We have made several trips to St. Vinny's (Thrift Shop) to dispose of those treasures and I find that I haven't even missed them.

Besides the movers, our kids were here to help. And what helpers they were. Daughter Susie and daughter-in-law Catheryn put all of the things away in the kitchen and the pantry. Oh yes, I have a nice big walk-in pantry and a great big laundry room. And we couldn't have gotten along without son Rob. He is a jack of all trades and hooked up my computer and the TV and umpteen other things.

Oh. Before I forget, I am now on high speed internet. Hallelujah, it is a dream come true. I can now download pictures and videos and just about anything.

Until next time this is the old grey mare signing off.