Moving Day

We have finally moved into what I am referring to as "The Crazy House." We walk around the house noticing aspects of it that we didn't notice before we plunked down a huge wad of cash. I see Mike staring quizzically at a wall and then he says something like, "Hmm, I wonder why they did that?" Or ," Huh, this is kind of strange."

There are seven light switches in one of the bathrooms. In the half bath right off the kitchen, which doubles as a laundry room, the toilet is set in the middle of the floor so that you cannot open the washer door all the way, or you could look as it as being able to go the bathroom and fold clothes at the same time. There are four recessed lights in the dining room but no lights in the living room. There's a switch in the guest room but so far we can't tell what it turns on. There are three doors leading into Ian's room and three different ways to enter our bedroom. There is a door off the guest room that if you're not looking, you will fall four feet off the side of the house.

A few people of been by to welcome us to the neighborhood and the most they say is "Wow, you have a lot of windows." Kurt, my student who helped us move says that "it has a lot of character."

The dogs love it. They were not interested in coming in last night, even Mona who I believe thinks she is a lap/house dog. They periodically stampeded off the deck barking wildly at something....anything. Bodie is starting to get hopeful that he will never have to go to the dog park again.

The main thing is that we're here and we didn't kill each other. Moving is stressful even on a solid thirty-year marriage. There has been a lot of eye rolling and ignoring each other the last two days. When I opened up the storage area and saw a broken vacuum cleaner I knew it was going to be a long two days. I told Kurt that a certain battered metal file cabinet was NOT to come into the house. It's in the guest room. When I asked Mike to paint the laundry room before he put the washer and dryer in, he did but only halfway up the wall. He was surprised when I questioned his painting skills. He made a trip over to the apartment last night and I asked him to bring all the food; he brought the beer.

Poor Kurt - he will probably never get married.

But we're here and that's what's great. I'll worry about the 63 boxes of books I brought and the twelve boxes labeled "Buffet" later.