Off to TLF

TLF. An acronym. The military. No big surprise.

TLF = Temporary Living Facility

In other words = hotel.

That's where we are headed tomorrow. Tomorrow they will come pick up all our loaner furniture. We will move into a two bedroom hotel room.

Monday Hatice will come and clean our house top to bottom to pass inspection. Tuesday they come and inspect. The clock is ticking down. About this time next week we will be on our way to the Azores.

We want to get rid of nearly everything we have by the time we go to the hotel. Nearly all our food. Nearly all our toilet paper. Nearly all our cleaning supplies.

We want to have mailed nearly everything we aren't going to take with us in suitcases. It causes you to be very creative.

For instance, a shortage of toys? No problem. You just share a toy:

A lack of activities? No worries! Watching Faree wash the porch can kill ten minutes, no problem. Especially for Abigail who is in love with him!

Don't have anymore white milk but want to use the last of the cereal? Why not use a bit of chocolate milk? To my defense, it was Isaac's idea. "How 'bout I put chocolate milk in my pink oatmeal squares cereal Mommy? I've never done that before?" First I said no. But then I thought about it. We had nothing else for breakfast. Why not? Absolutely disgusting? Yes. But filled his belly? Yes sir.

Don't have a lot of furniture? No worries. Three people can fit in one chair as Stebbins and the boys demonstrate below. (They are looking at a car magazine -- sans women.) No problem.