What a delightful weekend we had!
And whatever other 3rd grade saying that will get my point across.
Have I ever mentioned that I detest moving? Not so much the changing residence part, but more of the packing and unpacking part. And realizing that you own way more than you need. Since we are temporarily moving from a house to an apartment, we had to move a lot of stuff into storage. (less to unpack… YAY!) All of the furniture and big items are moved…which you would think would be the hard part.
That is not the hard part.
It is the million little items that you wouldn’t even think of around the house.
And that is where we are at. The riff raff. The odds and ends. The torture.
Our lease isn’t up on the house for another week… so this week will be finishing up moving, unpacking and cleaning. Fun.
We are at the new place right now with the necessities unpacked. A kind neighbor has generously allowed us to use their wireless Internet…since ours is not hooked up until tomorrow. 😉 I will post some pictures as soon as I find the USB cord for my camera somewhere inside of the mountain of boxes in our office.
From the camera phone…
The view from our back porch… the golf course. Too bad my clubs are in storage. Too bad I’m not any good anyway. 😉
I can’t help but crack up at this next picture. We are finding all sorts of quirks at the new place. The light in the ceiling fan had burned out so Jon went to replace it… with a normal light bulb. When he removed the light fixture… he found that the light bulb was a big Christmas light. haha Neither one of us had seen a ceiling fan require this light… so the look I captured on Jon’s face is pretty much classic.
hahaha! I couldn’t stop laughing. Turns out the light bulb just wasn’t screwed in all the way.
One more thing:
It is up.
It is not decorated, but it made it’s debut on November 8th.
Too early? I think not. 😉
I have a gazillion things to do… a trillion things to unpack… and I will make Christmas decorating a priority.
Yes, decorating 2 weeks before it is socially acceptable.
Get off my back… it is a harmonious blend of procrastination and jumping the gun.
Stew on the for a while.
Yes, by the end of the week… this residence will be a Christmas wonderland.
Just try and stop me.