relaxing

I have a whole day off today, after working through the summer taking days off only to deal with selling, buying, and moving, which were not exactly days of freedom. (Although I did tell the movers, when they said, at the end of a ten hour day of unloading for them, that I must be exhausted, "Well, I don't usually spend the whole day standing around doing nothing.")

I plan to take a lesson from Belle:

embracing the chaos

Someday it will not look like this. How soon, I'm afraid to guess. But it's all under the new roof.


The living room, where I can sit down if I'm patient about wiggling through:

The kitchen, where most of the cabinets are still empty because I've found nothing that belongs in them:

The office. I have the computers set up, but no printer or backup drives or scanner yet.

The detested stationary bike is not usable unless I want my left ankle bruised by the empty bookshelves (which are at least in their final place.)

The bedroom remains far too dark for anything to show up without a flash, and the hall, with my clothes in boxes, is almost as dark. You'll have to imagine.

gratitude

In tribute to Leah's gratitude Mondays:

This freezer-to-microwave lunch container is all I've had to eat or cook with since moving in Tuesday night. (I had brought my second-best kettle beforehand so I could make instant coffee while I worked. Still haven't found my best kettle, or my good coffee pot, or anything else pot or dish like.) Tuesday night I ate chinese takeout. Wednesday I got this out of the freezer to eat at work, and brought it home and thought "Oh! A dish!!!!"

moving: day one

Closed on the new house on Tuesday. Wednesday, new gas stove delivered, electrical repairs begun (not by me), fence estimate [faints] made and contracted, a few things moved in.

It begins. The professionals will finish it on Tuesday. You may hear from me from beneath the piles of boxes.

boxes

I have boxes.

Nearly every day I bring more home from work.

They are all empty. They are hungry.

waiting

No definite news on my move. The closing on the second tract from the auction will be the middle of this week, I've sent in the paperwork for the mortgage for additional money, I've made an offer on a house near my main job, but do I have a contract? Or not? This is strangely unclear. Once I have an approximate date for the mortgage I can push for a closing date from the bank that owns the house I'm trying to buy. In the meantime....

Booger chews her nails for me.

taking it easy

This cat does not live at my workplace, but he's a privileged visitor.

This spot at the top of the spiral stairs is very cozy and well defended. A good place to polish your paws.

You'll notice he's not studying any of the technical literature he's guarding.

I'm a lot busier than he is. I'll catch up later, I hope.