Bro and sis

This is the little bro and sis trying to say goodbye as I was heading to New Jersey on Friday afternoon. Look at those ears!

I got to see my own little bro and sis on my trip back to the old homestead—the old homestead in Willingboro, the town where Hub and I both grew up; and the old homestead in Palmyra, where Hub and I spent our first 13 years together.

There were a few hiccups in my short visit. Ten minutes before I was supposed to be meeting the buyers in Palmyra, I realized I left the house key in Willingboro, and I couldn't figure out how to open the realtor's lock box even though I had the code. Then I had the brilliant idea of heating up the Georgetti's lasagna I bought in Palmyra to bring back to Willingboro for dinner, not thinking I had no oven mitts, and no easy way to bring an overflowing hot juicy lasagna in a flimsy foil pan back home. 

I managed—no breaking and entering, no lasagnas were harmed. 

The rest of the trip went very well. The young couple who are buying the house seem to already love it. Zach and a buddy of his helped me clear out the basement and are disposing of some of the toxic waste (old paint, motor oil, furniture stripper, etc.) that I thought I would be stuck with forever. They saved me numerous trips up and down the basement stairs and out to the curb. 

I have mixed feelings about leaving my favorite old house, but I was mostly relieved and happy to wave goodbye. Tropical storm Henri darkened the skies and did all the crying for me.