Moving into a home, after living in your previous one for 25 years, presents problems and issues that had not occurred to Cindy and me. Some very simple daily routines are completely different now. For example, for 25 years I walked in the house and put my jacket on the same hook. The first time I came into the new place, I realized I had no idea where to put it. I still don't. Also, we have no handy place to keep our recyclables. In the old house, you opened the back door and tossed them in the bin.
Headboard strapped to truck roof. Pro Tip: If you can't tie a knot, tie a lot. |
Also, the bathroom was not quite ready yet so we had to drive back six blocks to our old place to shower. While I don't have a picture, Cindy apparently drove back to the old house one morning wearing Christmas pajamas, knee high black boots, and a fake fur jacket. Must have been quite a sight.
Tearing down the home theater. *sob* It'll be months before I get around to setting it up at the new house. That's Natasha peering out from below. |
We have a room on each floor set for what I've been calling staging. When we bring things over from the old house, they go into the staging room where Cindy can inspect and clean items before they are released to be welcomed into the new home. The only things to bypass staging were Natasha and our new kitty Katia. I couldn't have kept them in staging with an army of cat herders. Katia the intrepid explorer from the streets made herself at home almost immediately while poor Natasha, traumatized from the new cat and the move simply sat wide eyed under the Christmas tree for almost 24 hours before venturing out. She's much better now and ignoring the antics of Katia with a stiff upper lip like the Queen she is,
Katia seems pretty comfortable at the new house. What do you think? |
That's enough silliness for now. Lots of updates coming including more plumbing issues (major), appliance delivery issues (minor), and further restorations (endless).
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