The Moving Sale

It's like walking into a scene from a tornado movie.

Boxes are scattered crazily about, a few toys are piled here and there, a wardrobe happens to be standing upright, and you can even see the skeleton of a bunk bed.

It's called ... a yard sale.

More specifically, a (gigantic) moving sale.

A little background info: before we (the Kuperuses) moved to Hawaii, we put all our possessions in a tractor trailer in the hopes of never seeing it again. The day of opening that beast of a box was a day I looked forward to as I would  a horror movie. You would too: organizing, sorting, and getting rid of a mass of items gathered by nine (very active) people (during eight years) would be a nightmare for anyone.

Back to my point: we had a moving sale. In the hopes of getting rid of stuff and making a slight return in the meantime we put about half of that "mass of items" on tables near the Blyth Christian Reformed Church. (Y'know, the one my dad pastored for eight years?) And so my dear collection of Hardy Boy books was laid out in boxes for the eyes of the public to see.

If you want to check out our yard sale we'll be at the same spot tomorrow.

See you then.

Caleb putting Uncle Tom's glasses on BACKWARD?

At Auntie Anne's house.

Our family with Riley and Cole after hiking UPHILL for 1 1/2 hour and climbing 291 steps. We were so ready to go swimming!

Hospitality

Imagine that. Unloading. Two tons of wood pellets. By. Nine guests. (Twelve people.) All before supper.

That, my friends, is American hospitality: having your nine guests unload two tons of wood pellets before supper.

That, my friends, is the kind of hospitality you get at the Dickinson household.

Yeah, right.

The pellets were unloaded in a flash. In a jiffy. In a twinkling.

I can say all this about Uncle Tom and Aunt Dorothy's hospitality because I have absolutely no complaints it. Zip. Zero. Nada.

The food was excellent. The hospitality fantastic. The Harry Potter book collection complete. Uncle Tom's beard ... reminded me of Santa Claus.

So, what looked like a post making fun of hospitality is really about to thank it. Because really, it is a courageous breed that would allow nine people in their house and you definitely do deserve some thanks.

 Here we go: THANK YOU Uncle Tom and Aunt Dorothy for letting us stay at your house last night. Loved the food.

THANK YOU Beppe for allowing us to invade your home for a few nights. We really didn't break anything.

THANK YOU Millers for letting us stay at your guest house. Your salt water pool is awesome.

THANK YOU Sparlings for being able to stay at your house and play Mario Kart all day long.

THANKS also to Wiersmas, Amelses, Datemas, Vengas, Disches, Belgraves, and all those people whose names I don't remember and who probably don't read my blog anyway.

THANK YOU anyway.