Our home is currently in a state of fantastic disarray. There are boxes, bookshelves, and table parts strewed from one end of the apartment to the other. Our back room is so cluttered that there could be an entire village of people living in there and we wouldn't know about them until one of them came out hunting for food.
The cause of this disaster-like condition is the selling of the Stayner's former home base in Farmington. The close of the sale was announced several weeks ago, and items have been trickling into our apartment ever since, culminating in a wall-to-wall vanload of "stuff" last Saturday.
The missionaries who live in the apartment directly across from us helped me lift the heavier items into the house, and by the end of it all, they were hardpressed to even find a place to stand inside of our apartment. We thanked them for their help and Jocelyn suggested we make them cookies. That's a fine idea, but I'm afraid most of them would be eaten by the time I got them to their door if I am given the assignment of delivering them. I'm still hungry after all that work. (-Robert)