All of the stuff is in the new house. About 39 percent of it has been sorted and settled. The living room and kitchen are basically opened for business, but still a bit cluttered. The bedroom is unboxed. The basement has come together nicely. The home offices, the dining room and the library are still to come. But, at least, there are some parts of the floor plan where you don’t have to shuffle sideways, trip or take comically big steps over things. That’s a nice change of pace after the last week.
So, naturally, with that sort of progress under our belt, we went to pick up the cats on Sunday. They’ve been staying with The Yankee’s parents the last few weeks, and that, in retrospect, was a great move for everyone. She’d also taken a load of things we wouldn’t want to put on a moving truck. So we took care of that yesterday. Rented an over-sized car (for the stuff) and drove the three hours north for the reunion. That trip is now much shorter than it used to be.
We had a short visit and had an early dinner. We loaded up the rental with everything we’d sent ahead. We had room for almost everything, except the cats. Aside from a half hour of complaining about it, though, they handled the trip like champs.
It was dark when they got to their new home, their third place in the last few weeks, but despite Phoebe’s judgmental look here, they’ll adjust quickly.
Poseidon is going to be very interested, aggressively interested, in everything. Here he is, trying to figure out the basement.
(Yes, I need to get a door sweep there.)
And they are already enjoying their new views.
It is always a bit unnerving when they do the same thing at the same time.
This made us feel better. We found a nearby grocery store on Friday evening, and it was hopping. This place just opened, it turns out, and it is pretty amazing. But more on that, I’m sure, later.
So we’ll continue the process of putting the house together when we’re not enjoying the summer.
And you’re more than welcome to come help me unpack books in the coming days.
