Wednesday, September 11, 2019

On The Move

It is still happening slowly, but I'm more and more certain that it is happening!    I hired movers  to transfer my larger items to the new house this week.  I am still going back to Saginaw every day to sort and organize what is left.  I have a few more repairs or improvements to do, and a whole lot of clutter to donate, but the end seems to be in sight.    Jack (even Jack) has moved a few boxes into the new house (trying to claim some space before I fill it all!) and we are definitely making progress!   He is afraid that, if we start sleeping there, we will just stay there, abandon our 'old' houses and never get them done and on the market.  My DIL thinks he might be right.  Sigh.
But I can say at this point that my work on the first of approximately 10 areas of the old house is pretty much finished -- I just need a little help replacing the drapes because . . . wait for it . . . the doctor says I have a tear in my rotator cuff.  Seriously, worst timing ever.     But it is getting better and I am being careful to only move things that I can carry (mostly) with my other arm.    Slow moving, but still moving!  Sigh.
And the new house is slowly becoming livable, and functional, if not ideal.   (For instance, at the moment, we have several lamps but no tables to place them on, lol.)  Once Jack's furniture has been added to the mix, we will decide together what to keep and what to replace.  Fortunately, we both like an eclectic style and plan to live with what we have for a bit before making any 'spendy' decisions.
 As I sort through boxes, there have been many little trips down Memory Lane, and I expect there will be more.    I found the fairy houses that my Grandchildren and I built several summers ago, along with lots of bits of their artwork from those days.   They have grown up so much, but they have enjoyed thinking back to all our fun and sometimes silly projects.

So, as they supposedly used to say back in my day (although I never heard anyone say it), we just Keep On Keeping On.      If our fortunes from tonight's dinner are valid predictors, and who could doubt?, we are right on track.

Wednesday, September 4, 2019

I Love Surprises!

I thought my day was over but to my surprise, I had a sweet note and unexpected housewarming gift waiting in my 'new' mailbox!    What a lovely gift for me and my mister at the end of a busy day.  I'll need to find my iron, which is buried in the pile of moveable items  at one of the houses so I can give it a quick press before I hang it in a place of honor at the new house --but where?   The entry?  The kitchen?   The hall?   For sure someplace where I will see it many times every day,   Thank you so much for thinking of us, Barb, and for your kind wishes and your hours of work on this charming little quilt.  I love it.


And so,  I wrote this and then I fell asleep for 13 hours.     Good grief.   Lots to do today and it's nearly 9:00 am.  Time to get busy!

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Moving Into Fall

It is chilly and damp here this morning, jeans and wool shirt weather, but it will no doubt warm up this afternoon.   I am at the 'new house' waiting for the delivery of a bed base and mattress for our guest room.  From here I will go on to other errands, a routine blood test, the Saginaw County Clerk's office where I will file a marriage license from a wedding I did this weekend, a few stores to stop by, a visit to "my (Saginaw) house" where I will (again) load my car with small moveable items, and then, finally, the first after-school pick up of my grandson.   School started today and it will be a challenging one for the adults in our family, because the Grands go to different schools, and the nearest bus stop for my grandson is uncomfortably far away given recent tensions in the city. It will be even more challenging next year when my granddaughter's school will be on the other side of the city.   I anticipate doing a lot of driving for the next couple of years, until the kids are of driving age, even after I sell my house there.  Oh well, if the past is a good predictor, the years will fly by.

After my tasks are done, I will come back to the 'new house' to pick up the mail, which comes late in the day here, and then back to "Jack's house" to check in with him and hopefully share a meal.

I will be glad when we have a couch and a table at the new house, but I sort of regret that we have to move anything else in.   I like the way it looks, empty and spare.

My aches and pains are getting a little better, I think, although they are not gone.   I badly wrenched my arm a few weeks ago and it has held me back from some of the work I'd like to do.    It hurt badly enough to wake me at night; it was very painful to extend it in any direction.   But then last week, when Jack and I were working in the garage, I lost my balance and he instinctively grabbed my right, injured, hand to help me steady myself.   Oh. My. Gosh.   The pain was stomach-wrenching.    But as soon as he let go, I could tell that the arm was able to work more smoothly.    It still hurts like heck, but I can move it more normally now and I am hoping it is truly on the mend.   If not, I have a routine doctor's appointment next week, and he can have a go at it.  Every once in awhile, I move or  hit it just wrong, and then I know it's break time because the arm needs some rest.    Old limbs are big babies, and hard to get used to.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Acorns Keep Falling On My Head

I have been sweeping acorns off the back deck of the new house.  Again.   By the end of the "yard waste pick up season," I will have more than filled the huge container that the City supplies.   I'm glad that an automated truck picks up the bins because that many acorns are going to be heavy!  As I sweep, I set aside as many intact acorns as I feel like picking up to save for winter feed for squirrels and other seed eaters that run into a rough winter.    It's a much smaller number than I throw away because I don't know whether the ones with cracks and holes would spoil the bunch so those are discarded.  Still, until I find a covered bucket to hold them are, there are jars and jars of them, and after we put them out in cold weather, they are always gone by spring.    Despite my best efforts, it is obvious that thousands of baby oaks will be trying to find a root-hold when warm weather comes next year.  The former owners told us this was a "completely low maintenance yard," so they clearly had more grit than I do.   Oh my Achey Breaky Back.   (See how I've sneaked two subliminal songs in there already?    I owe musical, can't get out of your head, ear-worms to a few people!)

The sounds out here on the deck while I am sweeping is one of my favorite things here.   The trees that surround us -- lots of oaks, obviously, rustle in the slightest breeze.  It is such a pleasant sound, very soothing for me.  Even though we are reminded daily that this house is way too big, and way too much work to have made sense for us, we still love it.   I suspect we will love it even more when we have some furniture moved in!   Mid September can't come soon enough for me.  Although we may be months away from Jack's furniture moving in, once mine is here, we will at least have a bed, cozy seating and cookware.   What more could we need?  

Because I am a responsible  home owner, I test out the new mattress every day after I work at the new house -- this is the view from where I am lying,

and the view above my head.    I think there will be few late sleep-ins in this house!

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Nothing Much To Show

Here are the phots I tried to post yesterday.  The front of the house and the views of the back yard from the deck and 3-season room at the back of the house.  No inside shots until Stage One of the furniture is moved on the 9th!:

Monday, August 26, 2019

Picking Up Speed

Things in the moving "business" are starting to roll now, like a snowball racing down hill.  I've been working on sorting, packing and moving smaller things from my house, but not in any rush because I knew that I had plenty of time.   But after months of constant wait-wait-wait,  my painters called a couple days ago to say that they'd finished early on their last big job and that 4 of them could start on my Saginaw house this Monday, 8 a.m.   The owner is going to be out of town on a vacation this week and had offered his crews time off, but some of them preferred to keep working, which worked to my time advantage.   I'll  feel comfortable leaving them on their own for the most part because I "know" the guys from their previous jobs painting our new house and building me a new porch, and we've been happy with their work.

I already had movers scheduled for September 9,  which was intended to be complete before the painting was originally scheduled, but the movers are fully booked now and can't move the moving date up.  The plan was to have a fairly empty house for the painters, but best laid plans and all.  So last night I spent the night there and got to work taking down drapes, filling my little Suburu (again) with whatever I could fit, and moving things to the center of each room --  this process isn't going to be pretty, but it sure will be good to have it done!

This morning after the painters arrived (a bit later than when their boss is here!) and I got them settled, I ran to stores to make returns and then drove to the new house to unload the stuff I'd squeezed into my car.   I left a house key with the painters so they can close up when their day is done and I will do it all again tomorrow: Go to my old house, pack a load into my car, check on the progress, and then drive to the new place and unload.   Every inch of my body aches already, and I don't see anything changing for a few weeks, so there's no point in whining about it.   (whine)   It is all taking a toll on my body -- my arm has a bruise I can't explain, and my back and right arm hurt like hecky wecky -- but I am guessing it is just the protest of my flabby muscles, so I intend to muscle on.

Meanwhile, I am shredding our budget by picking up all the little insignificant things for our new house -- when you buy them all at once, little things like shower curtains, toilet brushes, curtain rods and such add up to a scary sounding number.   Moving is never any fun, but it seems even less fun as I get older.

So far I keep forgetting to take photos,  but I'll add that to my list.    All I have so far are a few of the new house and one of the new porch at the old house, but the only photo that will load today is this one.   I call it New Kitchen With Sunflowers and Bananas.   Stay tuned for further clutter.  

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Busy Hands Are Happy Hands, but we could use a break!

It has been another busy month.   We had turkeys, a hen and two young ones, in the back yard of my husband's "old"  house much of this month and that has been delightful.  They show up early in the morning and that's been perfect since we are up late at night and up again early each morning for appointments involving work and repair estimates for all three houses.    The turkeys have been our consolation prize for feeling a little overwhelmed!

Friday, July 26 -- We got the keys to our new house a week ago exactly, finally!, but then began the endless parade of estimates from painters.  My husband and I have always done our own painting but we promised each other that this time, hopefully the last time for a move, we would hire the work out.   He is a stickler for getting what seems like a MILLION estimates, so no actual painting has begun, which has made me a little crazy.   Since I can't move furniture in, or hang pictures, I've contented myself so far with buying the new washer and dryer (to be delivered next wednesday) and three Christmas trees (since I know where they will be stored and that area doesn't need painting.   (this last act horrified my husband, who has not had a Christmas tree in decades, and I refuse to comfort him with the fact that two of them are very small.  Hopefully he'll figure out that I could be otherwise distracted if the painting could get done so we could move in!)

The only other things I've moved in are the matched pair of duck decoys my brother made us as a wedding gift.   They are buffleheads -- did he intend a hidden message there??   And Jack played the bagpipes out in the back yard.   Both of us  seem to be finding our way to make the home our own even before we can live there.  Oh, and a coffee pot.  That goes without saying, and we have enjoyed drinking coffee in our empty rooms while we wait for painters to arrive.

But wait -- Do you hear the trumpets, the choir of angels?????    My husband just chose a painter!!!!!   He starts early next Monday!!

Saturday -- There were no early morning appointments today for a change and my husband let me sleep in, sneaking out of the room early, turning off alarms, and taking devices with him.   Good grief, it was nearly noon when I finally woke up,  both rested and horrified.   That meant I needed to fit lots of errands into half a day, so it was a mixed blessing.  But I got a few things done, including some cooking and household chores and errands.  Guilt work, mostly.

Tomorrow I hope to get back to the New House to start removing wall  plates and finalizing paint color decisions.   We missed the early summer flowers there so I am not sure what plantings we have, but it will be fun to observe.  We have a few pretties now, though, and lots of towering trees.  I bought my husband a surprise hammock that will arrive next week so he can better study those trees!

There will no doubt be lots more photos to come as we explore and take breaks at our new abode.   There is lots of work to be done before we are there full time, but my true goal is to get to the point where we can just be lazy there.  :)