That V-Day ranks as one of the worst Valentine's Days of my life, easily the worst since I've been married. Rocket Boy went out to get a pizza and came back nearly 2 hours later with a bizarre excuse (he'd wanted the pizza place to make a heart on the pizza out of a red bell pepper but they didn't have a red bell pepper, so he went to a grocery store and bought one and took it back to them.....). Meanwhile I was sure he was dead and when the doorbell rang (he'd forgotten his new key), I was sure it was the police coming to tell me that. I don't know where the twins were when all this was happening. Maybe I put them to bed. They were only 11 months old at the time. I don't know. I've forgotten. Wish I'd forget the whole episode!
Anyway, today was a better V-day, with cards and candy and homemade sugar cookies and a homemade dinner (baked apple french toast, which the twins wouldn't touch). But we've been living here a while now.
The movers showed up at our old house almost 3 weeks ago and moved all our furniture and whatever boxes I'd been able to pack. Then we spent almost another full week moving everything ELSE over to the new house by ourselves. It was nightmarish. But here's our old house, empty:
Of course, no Property Preservation Person has come to do anything about the house. I've emailed the lawyer who made us get out of it -- twice I've emailed her -- and she simply doesn't respond. We still have the keys and the garage door opener -- though it doesn't work because the electricity has been turned off -- and we've gone by the house a few more times to check on it. No break-ins or anything. It's just sitting there, ignored.
Anyway, so we're in our new house. Here's the dining area/living room, with a corner of the office showing:
Here's the guest room, all ready for visitors:
And here's the office:
The room we call the office is probably supposed to be the living room, and the room we call the living room is probably supposed to be a little family room, but that's OK. We need a big office, to accommodate all our desks and bookcases and file cabinets. And the piano. And the twins' table where they do puzzles. The living room can be smaller and cozier. We won't be able to have any big parties, but we weren't planning on doing that anyway.
These photos were taken about a week ago and it doesn't really look much better now. We've unpacked some of these boxes, but others have moved from the garage into the house. Certain items are refusing to show up: the board with coathooks on it that goes on an entryway wall, the eggbecker thingies (that you serve soft-boiled eggs in), Baby B's "Elmo in Grouchland" DVD. Other things show up that I can't understand why we brought with us: empty boxes, old magazines, broken bits of things.
And we all keep getting sick. Right now I'm either getting a cold or another bout of strep throat, not sure yet. My body is screaming at me: "Take a rest! Eat only fruits and vegetables! Get more sleep!" and maybe I need to pay more attention to it. So I'll sign off here and get ready for bed. More in a day or two.
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