Sanford, because if Sam had a son, they both would own a junk yard full of things that the guys from American Pickers would love. Sanford, because Sam likes auctions and buying boxes of things to store in the basement, never to be seen again until moving day.

Clampett, because…well, the pictures describe that perfectly. The two of us packed up all our belongin’s on Sunday and headed west to our “Beverly Hills.” Besides, I have the personality of Granny sometimes, and Sam is most definitely Jed.

But I also have a little Ellie Mae in me – because the passenger seat and blanket were completely reserved for little Natia. All she had to share was the floor…with our plant named Klahr.

Douglass, because Sam is also Oliver Wendell, none other. He’s a farmer at heart, and he tinkers. Boy does he ever. And he farms our football field-sized yard, better known as “Green Acres.” And he and his wife are living in a constant state of mess and remodel, just like on the tv show.

I’m no Lisa, but I do like pretty things, and I do attempt to cook (tonight is “hotscakes night”), and I do try to make the best of the mess.

So, I am grateful to be almost completely moved to our “Beverly Hills” small town USA.

I am grateful for boxes and boxes of one man’s junk that became Sam’s “treasures,” because they just make the yard sale that much bigger.

I am grateful that we were fit enough to be able to pack and load by ourselves, and I am grateful that we had a nice bed to crash into when the weekend was done and the trip was over.

I am grateful that we were not grumpy with each other and actually laughed all afternoon and sang, “You and me against the world…sometimes it feels like, you and me against the world.”

I am grateful that one neighbor saw our Clampett-mobile and told Sam he would be missed as we left.

I am grateful for the new neighbors who were at the ready with a gallon of homemade ice cream when we pulled into our “Beverly Hills” driveway on Sunday night.

I am grateful for a kitchen to make hotscakes tonight. All we need is a pig named Arnold.

I am grateful for dust to dust, boxes to unpack, counters to clean, tools to put away, floors to sweep/mop/vacuum, furniture to move, the Clampett-mobile and trailer to unload – there’s no time to get bored these days.

And I am grateful for the beautiful “Green Acres” yard that Sam farms, and for the lilacs that line the entire west side.

Good-bye city life! Green acres we are HERE!