Some words to describe the last two weeks:
I’m never doing that again…
I started getting the idea that it was pretty unusual around here, when the tradesmen would walk into the house and exclaim, “Oh, I didn’t know anyone was living here! I thought this was still a construction site!”
Basically? On Monday, we will have been here two weeks. It’s finally starting to get just a tiny bit organized. Things have been crazy up in the air, with no shower doors, interior doors, mirrors or oven…
But the gorgeous light streaming in the south-facing windows, and the insulated garage (it’s -20°C for the high today!), and the pot of soup on the stove; home is here now.
The pupper will go back to the breeder for the big moving day, and the rest of us are working hard to make sure the moving happens with a minimum of stress and fuss. The last of the packing and moving of boxes will happen in the next two days, and the cleaning will happen on Sunday and Monday.
I really, really need water in the taps and the toilets, but first must hang sheets in the bathroom doorways. We can live without interior doors for a few weeks. The debris is a bit intimidating at the moment, and I have no idea how I’m going to get rid of all that dust, but the shop vac will be a start. Chadd picked up new hoses, attachments and filter today. That makes me feel a bit better.
That is the way it is at the moment. I feel like I am charging in all different directions at once.
It will be OK, just as it was to get all the candles done for the Christmas market. I am very grateful for the ability to have moved so much into the house already (ignoring the fact that it, too, is covered in dust) and also very grateful for the fact that the house is a three minute drive away from our old one. That means that my treks back and forth for more boxes and bathroom breaks are easy to manage.
So, off I go again, in one direction or another!
November means snow, sooner or later.
Sooner or later just happened to be last Sunday, which was the day my friends showed up to move most our stuff to the new house.
Two trucks, a van and four friends. Two shovels.
Efficiency combined with muscle and snow tires. Most of the old house is now in the new basement.
Yes, I’m happy, tired, frazzled, freaked out and hideously organized. Oh my.
The lovely husband brought home lovely cupcakes for my birthday. I still don’t know how I’ll feel when I turn forty. I’ll let you know when it happens.
I treated myself to a bottle of nail polish the colour of prune filling. I love it. New favourite.
The lovely presents included Falcon Enamelware and Marimeko bed sheets.
A very full week so far…
I have a deadline now, and I’m usually pretty good with deadlines.
The house, after some interesting deliberation, can now be declared as sold. The possession date that we agreed to is two weeks away. Not months, which is the norm, but weeks, which means that I have a lot of packing to do. I’m being offered lots of help from lots of different ends, and I’m not panicking yet. Maybe tomorrow. (Panicking and packing.)
My flooring will be installed starting Tuesday, the hardwood installers working alongside the tilers. The electricians were working to get most of the lights installed, and the head guy declared that he wanted to “electrify” the house. The countertops will be in by the end of this coming Friday, and I am pretty sure I will have a kitchen sink installed at that point, too. The fact that the duct work and plumbing are not completed is an issue that I will have to deal with this weekend.
The SOS that I sent out on Facebook resulted in so many extra hands; I am so grateful, I don’t even know what to say. I’d be lying if I said that I am not a bundle of nerves because of all the loose ends that need tying up, but I will deal with it. Lists help.
Yes, lists are very good. They remind me where I have to be when, and who I am doing what for, etc, etc, etc…very helpful when in fact I have to act as office secretary for one more week after the last temp called in sick four days in a row. If anyone is in need of a company that will hook them up with a few absolutely awful temp secretaries, let me know. (Grrrrrr….). I’ll also be using that week to pack boxes and make beeswax candles. Way back when, I bought a table for Elena at the Scandinavian Christmas Market, so she could sell candles to make money for her school trip to Québec. I’d like her to have at least $250 worth of stock to sell, and it looks like it just might happen.
It sure will be an interesting two weeks.
Making good progress on the socks, but I needed a bit of a break. I thought a hat would be just the thing, and they are. Hat knitting is great, and it’s pretty nice when all the yarn comes from the box of stash and leftovers.
Neither of them fit, so they will both be gifted; one to a recipient with a larger head than mine, and the other to a smaller head than mine! Do you think I could get it right on the next try? Winter is coming! (I’m going to try to add a pattern repeat to the hat with the hearts, see if that helps, and do something a bit more subtle. It was a free pattern on the Pickles site.)
We had expected a very quick sale on the house, and being that it has been a month (a very busy month with showings almost every single day), I am very glad that the one box that was not put into storage was the yarn box. We have managed to cope without our Halloween costume box, the books, video games and movies, and the winter boots and coats (layers! socks!) but I do not think that I could have managed this month without being able to rummage through my wool.
I was trying to describe how I was feeling to Chadd last night, and I think it can best be described as a sponge; constantly being wrung out by one thing or another. There doesn’t seem to be any lack of issues that we need to address…the latest one being the delivery of 2200 square feet of hardwoods to the new house that were not put into the house by the delivery men, so Chadd and I and a (wonderful!) friend had to carry over one hundred boxes of oak into the house on Halloween. It took about three hours; lucky for us Chadd is very strong. He and I went back at 6:00 on Friday morning to move about 20 boxes to the second level, and we will have to go back this weekend to transfer up the ones we put in the basement.
But things are moving forward on both houses, and forward is where I want to be. I’ll take another deep breath, rummage through my yarn box, and hopefully come up with a hat that fits ME this time!
The yard clean-up begins today, and I suppose this process would be much, much easier if the house was already sold. I wouldn’t be second-guessing how to re-arrange the few that are left so that the back yard still looks good for our open house this weekend. (And wondering where to store the “empties”!)
We almost weren’t going to have another showing this weekend; the realtor having claimed to be all booked and too busy. My good friend helped me stand my ground; and very politely insist that since this is the last weekend in October, an open house would be a very good idea, and we were more than happy to have one of his associates represent us on either Saturday or Sunday, and realistically an open house is much more convenient for us since it is booked in advance. And so we have our open house on Saturday from one o’clock until three.
In the meantime, we have had so many showings that I have lost count. The stress of bundling the dog and kennel out of the house is starting to make itself felt. Odin seems to understand that we are not just “going for a walk” and gets pretty upset at the whole process. Tuesday evening, the dog and I were able to spend that hour or so at my boss’s house. The puppy was on his best behaviour the whole time. By which of course I do mean that he ran in and out of the house through the patio door (once crashing into it), got tangled in the vertical blinds like a harness, ran up the stairs and raided the clean laundry basket (he is partial to underwear and socks), and was chased through the house with his trophy of a black sock dangling from his jowls. He raced around the house looking for his ball, and when my boss took a look under the couch, the puppy jumped on his head and barked in his ear. (The dear man wears hearing aids, and I’m sure that just about finished his left ear!)
I thought we had just about wore out our welcome, and was heading to the front door with the leashed animal, when my boss stopped me in my tracks by saying, “You don’t have to go, you know.”
Bless good friends, and people with good hearts. Kindnesses, little and big, are holding me steady, warming my soul, and keeping my world good.
The pretty and practical belongs to the three pairs of socks I am knitting at the moment.
The rest is just a bit of random mess, namely:
The moon was absolutely beautiful as I drove to the dealership at 7:00 on Friday morning to get the flat tire fixed.
I am fighting a cold with lemon and honey in hot water, but I’d rather it be a hot toddy.
The yoga we did this week cured my back lower back pain. Something about tight hamstrings.
I have been trying to keep the back yard beautiful by draping all the plants in blankets at night. Mostly it has stayed above freezing, but there have been some frosty ones. Tonight, they are talking about snow.
We have had a showing almost every day since putting the house on the market. No offers yet.
There is another open house tomorrow.
The Annual Basset Walk is tomorrow as well, and this year our basset will not be calm, dignified and smart. He will be Odin.
The kitchen cabinets are in. They are beautiful. The exterior is finished and we have a poured driveway. The water got hooked up yesterday.
I have been hearing a quiet ticking sound for the last two hours. Turns out, a lady bug is flying around the kitchen light, and every time her wings hit the glass shade, it makes a that noise. Mystery solved; I can go to bed now.