We did have a big, big day today. Worked 8 hours non-stop at the old house, and learned, primarily, that moving is best done when you are young and childless. We are neither, and now we hurt and ache and need to enter a state of hypersleep to recover. Fortunately Mom was able to come by about halfway through and get Bella and whisk her away for an afternoon of fun and frolicking with cousin Grayson, who was celebrating his 9th birthday. Happy Birthday, Grayson! (*sniff*)
We got through both the "moving" moving, involving the professional movers, from yesterday, and the followup moving, wherein we went back today and cleared out what was left (all right, so there is still a closet that's stuffed to the gills, but we're not talking about that), and cleaned up, and discarded a lot of junk. So after two truckloads and a trailer-load of boxes, and more stuffed contractor garbage bags than I could count, the house is, for the most part, empty. And with the assistance of a lovely, hardworking, and very skilled professional house-cleansing woman, it is clean and smelling lightly of lemons. We managed most of this without coming to blows (although I think it was me who threatened, at one point, to stab my husband with a fork if he didn't "get out of my way," but to my credit, I didn't follow through) or filing for divorce.
Oh, and the giant dumpster...let me just say I wish I'd thought of this WAY sooner. Giant Dumpster is a Good Thing. It will be filled up alarmingly quickly, though, especially with new countertops and a bathtub going in before the house is listed, and the barn being cleared out. But OH, how good it feels to throw, say, a ratty piece of old broken furniture into the Giant Dumpster! The satisfying CLANG!
I knew we were done for today when, after I had collapsed, face-down, on my freshly-scrubbed lemony floor, I called out, weakly, for Alex. He answered, equally weakly, from somewhere behind me. I was able to barely turn my head and cut my eyes enough to view his feet, toes pointed up, indicating that he had fallen out, flat on his back, on the same lemony floor. After a few minutes, I said, "Come on, we gotta get finished up and get out of here." He answered, "OK. Just help me up." Long pause. "I can't. You help ME up." I'm not sure how long the standoff lasted, but somehow, at some point, we did both manage to regain our feet and move slooooowly about to finish up our day of hard manual labor.
We still have a TON of work to do over there, and of course, now tons more to do over HERE. Except for a few of pieces of furniture that we hadn't already moved ourselves, like my favorite odd little chair (with which my house becomes more of a home),and most of the books (yes, there are more, and this after I purged a good half of the ones I had),everything that was brought over from the other house was boxed up and put directly into the shop building. Our plan is to systematically sort through our belongings out there before bringing them into the house, and whatever we deem non-essential to be sold or donated. Then again, out of sight, out of mind...NO! We will be disciplined about this! This photo was taken by me from just outside the back door, right before I disappeared into the bedroom for the duration of the movers' visit.
We rewarded ourselves last night with a casual dinner out at Bella's favorite restaurant, the Dixie Cafe, which is where she'd been begging to go for three days, and where she ate practically nothing.And just so you know, this is the guy who sat in the booth behind Alex, facing me. I'm not sure, but he appeared to be repeatedly giving me the stink-eye, and I have no idea why.So if you are this guy, and I have offended you in some way, please allow me to apologize.
Also, Internets: Do you know what this plant is?It has sprung up suddenly and in force around the koi pond, and I don't know whether to weed it out or encourage it. Any help from the green thumbs?