Moving Right Along Here, What Next?

For some reason I keep having the lyrics of "My Way" by Frank Sinatra running through my head. Maybe I will use this as my new mantra. I just changed the he to she...

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

Ive lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a woman, what has she got?
If not herself, then she has naught.
To say the things she truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

So here I sit among the boxes and trying to think of what is in the storage building that I will have to move. Traci made an interesting comment about the Dickens Village. Maybe they might have room to put up some of it? Year round? Interesting.

I colored my hair. Of course it came out too dark. Never fails. Oh well. It will lighten in time.

Of course it has not rained significantly here in months. We are under a burn ban and are in a drought condition. So since we will be moving stuff Saturday, guess what will happen! Rain! A cold front is coming through bringing needed rain. But I don't need it while I am moving furniture and boxes. Nuts. I just heard the weatherman say that Friday will be a possible record for the lowest high temperature for a March 13th. It make not make it to the 50's. Wonderful.

Well, at least Traci and Bobby have a garden. He is anxious to get some help and rain. It seems that Traci doesn't have a green thumb. But she does have pink hair. Don't even ask because I don't have a clue.

Oh joy, the kids across the way are crying. Lady is waiting patiently to go outside now. Someone is playing thumping music which I can hear from where I sit. And so it goes...