We are moving into this house tomorrow.
Here are Mike and Ryan
Master Trim Carpenters
taking a break.
Get back to work
There that's better.
Hopefully there will be carpet in this room by tonight.
much packing, taping,and heaving
has taken place
in other quarters.
Just look at the madness.
Who needs this much loot anyway?
I'm thinking about having a nic nac sale
when it cools off.
I have come across many many things
that I don't want to look at anymore.
And I know that they are lurking in those boxes right there.
One of them isn't even lurking.
He is prancing right out in the open.
Take a closer look...can you find him?
There, to the right..let's just zoom in
so that you can all enjoy him with me...
Here he is.
the studly steed..
the bronze wonder..
the bronze horse from the Pearl Market in Bejjing.
Oh the memories.
The packing to get him home.
The horror and embarassment of my children.
Some people like to scrounge in flea markets for
buttons, old lace, old books, old bottles,
you know the score.
Not my man...
He goes for the solid bronze stuff
and will not be stopped.
I'm wondering if it would help to paint him "Heirloom White"?
He moves along with us to his new home
in hub's office closet,
where the children cannot see him and feel mortified and traumatized anymore.
Packing and Moving
always makes me wax nostalgic.
(What does it really mean to Wax Nostalgic, anyway?)
I look at the treasures
When my daughters are all here,
I am going to whip this baby out of the hermetically sealed box,
and put it on and dance around the room,
and then see if I can sell it on Craig's List.
I am tired of hauling it around!
I mean it!
And then there is this.
If you will notice,
all of the boxes in this pile,
even the ones in back that you can't see,
(trust me they are there)...
That big box in front is full of dance recital costumes.
If she makes me keep these much longer,
I am going to have all the home movies of the
million dance recitals she and her sister were in
made into a cd and show them at all future family gatherings.
I mean it.
See that blue thing in front?
She made two of those for a youth banquet
where her brother and his best friend
dressed up and did a lip sinq
of the "Sisters" number from White Christmas.
Seriously one of my favorite memories.
Heaven only knows what's in those boxes,
she is going to go through those things and
I mean it.
Look at this cute little guy.
His poor butt is rubbed raw from
my youngest cuddling him to sleep.
I like to keep him around
for bad days when I need a little cuddle myself.
This room is where the magic happens.
Where the memories live
Where there are around 10 tubs of Leggos.
If you can stand the glare from the ceiling light that hasn't been properly installed yet,
you can look up high and see the old sled that hubs and his siblings played on.
Under that is a chicken coop that we found out in one of my Daddy's barns.
Love that thing...any ideas on what I should do with it?
I gave it a good rubdown with some vinegar and oil
and it perked right up...now I don't know what to do with it...
But I will never, never, never, throw it away.
I mean it.
I still have room in here for the 3 desks
and various pieces of furniture that are going in here to wait for
the downstairs carpeting to go in.
Just two bedroom sets, two beds, lamps, tables,
Last night I hauled a CAR LOAD
of quilts and pillows
When you go from 6 bedrooms down to 3,
you have a lot of pillows.
You know the ones that fill the shams
that just sit there and look pretty under the real pillows,
that you actually put your head on at night...
I think at the nic nac sale there will also be
As I was locking up the gate for the night,
I happened to notice a wonderful sight off to the west.
Too lovely words...
Good night bear! Good night fish!