I’ve got nothing. Just sayin’. Nothing.
House contents arrived on Tuesday. Six hours of unloading and we stared
at a very full house—boxes, miscellaneous, unidentifiable odds and ends and stinky
furniture (it had been wrapped and stored for two months; it smelled of stale
blankets with a soupçon
of diesel). Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the job ahead we did what any
sane person would do. We opened a bottle of champagne and avoided it.
On Wednesday, we had to follow up on the accident I wrote about last week.
Paperwork here, pick up a report there, more paperwork and a few phone calls
and the day was pretty much shot. Now, we did squeeze in a little shopping and
DH was snorting and pounding his chest, ala Tim the Tool Man, in pleasure at
the sight of some new big-boy tools in the garage.
Thursday, we dove in. It began like Christmas. Some of the stuff has
been packed since May, so you kinda forget what you own. By mid-day we had to
take separate floors in the house and do business the way we each do business.
DH is rather OCD. Cautious, meticulous and particular, he does everything
slowly…but perfectly. The complete opposite, I had paper, contents and boxes
strewn everywhere. It was best we worked in our own corners. By the end of the
day, the joy of Christmas was long forgotten and we realized that we did not
sell enough in our garage sale.
Friday, the furbabies got their first BC grooming. Two weeks overdue,
they were thrilled to have an outing. While they enjoyed their new spa
experience, we fenced a section of our yard and secured the full perimeter. The
sweet innocent-looking one of the fur duo is a total Furdini, and can fit into small spaces
and disappear with the snap of our fingers. We also managed several runs to the
local recycling depot to get rid of cardboard and paper.
Today, we marathoned unpacking. So much got done, but the house looks
the worse for it. Boxes that need to be disassembled are stacked to the
ceiling. Bags are full of paper and full boxes still abound. Although, I would
estimate that we are about 2/3 done, so that is not too shabby. We started at 7:30 am (yes, separate
floors…we are who we are and fully accept that. J) and finished around
5:00 pm.
And, now I sit, staring at the computer, knowing I need to do my blog.
But, I am empty. Just sayin’. I got nothing. Nothing.
You've started! Unpacking, while exhausting, is a little like a first draft. You start and create and imagine the possibilities. Plus, there will be time to fiddle and tweak and get it just how you want later. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteSpesh,
ReplyDeleteYou are always so supportive. I like your analogy. When it gets too frustrating and the setbacks become overwhelming, I will try to remember that it is just part of the process. Fingers crossed that you are in the same boat soon. Not the angst part, just the unpacking in a new home. :0)
You're not empty! The boxes are! Be good to yourselves, too, Rose. {{{hugs}}}
ReplyDeleteDear Zan Marie,
ReplyDeleteEver the cheerleader. Have no fear. I rarely forget myself. 😀 Looking forward to getting back in the groove at B & W. I'll see you at September goals!