Thank goodness for friends who are willing to come to your house and provide just that little bit of a necessary kick in the butt to get you moving. The D*’s came over yesterday and P* and DH pulled fence posts and hauled them over to the new place, and M* got me all fired up and motivated out of my weird emotional moving funk, and we got a ton of stuff loaded into her minivan. The house here is starting to get to the point of not being all that pleasant or comfortable to hang out in—-like Bernard said yesterday, if we can make it miserable to be here maybe we’ll move over there faster!

The goats are certainly doing their part to make everybody miserable—last night when we got home after dark from a potluck at Murray Branch, the horses were waiting in the driveway, and the goats were on the back porch, having eaten or destroyed everything they could reach. Houseplants were pulled out of their pots and eaten or broken, including a couple of fairly old and beautiful jades. Hostas, althaeas, roses, butterfly bushes—pretty much everything. We shooed the horses back into the pasture, and the goats back down to the barnyard, but it will be hard to keep everybody where they belong as we remove more and more fence posts. The fences that the loggers knocked down and didn’t replace aren’t helping matters either!

So my project for today is to move houseplants and any perennials that I want over to the new house—it’s good timing, too, as we have a couple of days of heavy rain forecast. Today, so far, is just drizzly—perfect for digging up plants.

And the goats are going to be locked in the barn while we’re gone.