As last seen here (and then not seen), two weeks ago our living room was a mess of box.
Not only has that improved somewhat, but the cats have also agreed to come out of hiding, owing in part on the presence of a functional fireplace.
About moving and the aftermath
This is our living room now.
<picture removed at spousal request>
Not much else going on.
When I left the old place to run an errand, an enthusiastic mover packed my Chromebook. So this iPad is all I have to blog from right now.
More soon, I hope.
Something about the smell of a big hardware store that gives one a sense of endless possibility and grounded practicality – both at the same time.
Yesterday I filled a shopping cart with LED light bulbs. I don’t know if they pay for themselves in energy costs in less than ten years, but I will sure like not having to change ceiling fixture light bulbs for that long or longer.
Things I never needed to consider in an apartment, like a generator and a snow blower, are now all on my radar.
As we drove up to it, Jill said, well THAT will have to change. I said, if that tree face is the worst thing about this house, we’re going to make an offer on it.
It was, we did, and it’s ours now. We signed our names for an hour to all the things a lawyer stuck under our noses, and they handed us keys.
He’s named Henry VII because he is indeed getting replaced, and that will be Henry VIII.