Basically, things have gone well with the move. Not all settled, but getting there. Then this morning I was looking for the heavy, metal, fireproof box that has our important papers, birth certificates,passports, etc. After some gnashing of teeth it was determined we left it in the Penske truck, behind the driver's seat (Annelle was driving so there was room!) uh, oh. Phone calls at 0700 when they opened. No reply. Drove over to the truck location in Scarborough. Truck not there. Jessica (a SAINT) made many phone calls, discovering 2 miracles: 1. The box was indeed found in the truck, as we predicted, and 2. It was only 10 miles away in Portland!!!!!! I thought I was going to cry.
Today at high tide we have water in the marsh! Photo on Facebook ( still can't access photos here).
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