I'm now living in the little cottage on a quiet street. Spent most of my time over the last four days unpacking and decorating, listening to music and books, and awaiting deliveries.
The refrigerator and vacuum have arrived. The washer and dryer are anxiously awaited. Instead of a microwave, I ordered a set of tfal pots and pans. How's that in terms of confidence in my cooking skills? Perhaps it is instead hope, or optimism. Who knows?
There are several huge boxes in the center of the dining room full of family pictures, dating from the 1860's to this past Christmas. I've only put a dozen or so on display.
The spare room is closed off while our area has temperatures in the teens. The treadmill will remain in there, as will crafts and Christmas decor. I'd like to find an armoire to store the craft items.
There is one box of decor to unpack. Most of my clothing is still in the spare closet, needing moved to my bedroom closet, as well as the majority of my shoes.
Need to find a place for electronics, mainly the printer and desktop. The plants are in the spare room. Now that the curtains and drapes are hung in all but three rooms, I can relocate plants to their homes.
You can easily see that this house was built in a different era. There is one electrical outlet in the dining room. The kitchen cabinets rise to the nine foot ceiling. The kitchen sink is all metal cabinet with a giant double sink and porcelain drain boards built in on both sides. Baseboards are 1x12's, door trim are 1x6's. The bathroom doors are only six feet high. The windows are original, with the old rope and pulley system built into the frames. The roof overhang ensures that the south side of the house receives full sun in the winter months, as well as mostly shade in the summer.
The garage and my toolboxes need to be organized. With temps reaching the sixties over this coming weekend, those chores should be easy.
I've only glanced around the front and back yards so far. Looking over my lists for gardening and decorating tells me I will be busy out of doors for a long time.
There is plenty to keep me occupied.
Over the weekend, I had several relatives show up and help with the moving. Paid a couple of young men to unload the trailer. It was done in three trips, the last done without the trailer. The Expedition loaded with last minute items, plants and pets.
Made a couple of trips to the store. My sister-in-law took me to the grocer in her Solstice. I call the car her husband's midlife crisis. Good thing my list was small. There is not much room in that auto.
A dear friend came over on Saturday night. We laughed and cried, chatted for hours about everything. We sampled the cranberry cordial I made last autumn, and it was delicious, more tart than sweet.
My brother-in-law hooked up the electronics. The over the air antenna pulls in three channels, one of which will permit me to listen to Survivor when the new season airs later this month. I may want to get cable at some point. The tv is off by itself in a corner of the dining room with a comfy chair pulled up next to it.
I will definitely need wifi here. My hotspot on the phone is slower than dial up. Disappointing, most things won't load, videos online and Pinterest just aren't happening without better internet. Facebook takes over ten minutes to load, and only typed posts, no pics. Something I need to get shortly.
Had a wonderful visit with my brother-in-law. We haven't spent any time just talking in years. He likes a lot of the same authors that I do. I love finding early or first editions of books that he enjoys. Last Christmas, I sent him four by Edgar Rice Burroughs. When I was pregnant years ago, and stuck in bed for weeks, he would bring me stacks of books. He's worse than me when it comes to his home library. Won't lend them out to anyone, so I know that was a big sacrifice on his part, even if it was a loan. Special guy, he's part of the reason that I love my family.
I could go on and on. It seems that I am tonight. Can't sleep, so I may as well ramble on a bit.
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