Guess Who Gots Whats…by Lisa Harmon
Old pic apologies: I’d packed the battery charger for the camera and couldn’t find it again until yesterday. DUH. Ahem…I did finally actually find it in that horrendous pile of boxes, right?
We close on the new house April 1st! It’s a great little place: 1200+ sqft, garage, utility room, 3 bed/2 bath, single story ranch (no stairs!). ‘Course a new place is never “perfect”, but this house is solid and sturdy, well cared for, on 1.2 acres in a quiet semi-country area.
There’s very very little to nitpick about with our new house. For the furry folks anyway, if their sanity doesn’t give way before we’re in. They’re losing their little boy minds will all the foot and vehicle traffic. And I haven’t been exercising them: my bad. Almost everything that’s needed doing or deciding has found it’s way to my lap, as expected. Thus is my excuse.
Considering, one huge tantrum from Mom isn’t bad I guess. After weeks of pain and suffering from all the extra work I was doing, while she sat around whining, I unloaded really hard on her. I mean kick-backside-out-top-of-head hard. Turns out that’s what she needed to realize how badly she’d been acting.
That’s how I usually need my attention got too. Think maybe that’s genetic or just universal to mankind? Grin.
Almost all packed now, I am anyway. Gotta have a few clothes and sheets and shampoos to get me through but I’m pretty much ready to get gone. Mom’s still got her christmas village to severely reduce, and her gigantic closet to sort and stuff in boxes. As of closing day, I start shifting boxes while the liniment holds out!
Here’s who gets whats because of the move:
Kenai’s gorilla proof 1/2 acre fence will be up by the 7th or 8th, and that will be the last day of moving. His golden majesty will have the glorious fun of being just put out the back door without leash to run as he wishes. I will have the luxury of just putting his majestic baby butt out the door while I stay warm and dry inside (in slippers and nightie).
Kenai will also have a couch to sleep on again! He loved that couch upstairs; it ate his ball and hid his duckie baby with the best of ‘em. With a choice of his bed, my bed, or the couch, he invariably slept on the couch under the window. He shall again.
The “hired hands” will have the materials to build the raised beds for the veggie garden for me about then, too. So much for warm and dry inside, but hey, I may never have to buy produce again and Kenai can be outside all morning with me. My hands will be back in dirt! I’ll have the energy for that if I’m not walking BOY on a leash in 2 feet of snow 3 times a day.
The “skilled hands” should have the bathroom almost done around that time. Those were the smallest showers I’d ever seen. Pint sized is a generous description. So we will reduce one bathroom to a half bath (sink and toilet only), and give the other bath an adult sized disabled access shower.
the “tired hands”, mine of course, won’t have 3800 sqft of stuffed to the gills with stuff to keep clean, not counting the 10+ acres I’d lost control of years ago. My tired hands will have veggies to show for their red swollen joints rather than a floor or counter that took all morning to clean and got slobbered on 5 seconds later!
BB will have carpet under his tripod tush, so the three good feet don’t slide out from under him and he can scamper about at will. I’ll miss the little froggie routine hopping from runner to runner like lilly pads, but I’m sure he’ll find something else to make me chuckle about. Especially as I cuss the carpet I have to hit with a sweeper every day…at least it’s a small place.
Mom will have a new flat screen TV, wall mounted and all. All the better to watch from a new recliner that doesn’t smell like BB’s body odor how the old sectional did. And it’s leather, so that will help with her asthma, if I keep the carpet clean. Maybe next year I’ll change the carpet to a low berber or something short?
Mom will also have a smaller kitchen to keep tidy. Yeah, it’ll need a bit of changes, which she can enjoy herself thinking about. The cabinets are dark and small, wasting some 2 feet above them to the ceiling. The appliances could be newer, too. A little planning and that kitchen could be very very efficient.
Mom also gets her taxes cut by 2/3 rds, and probably the expenses by at least half. And with no pool to try and pay upkeep for, we should be more financially comfortable. Bill and tax time should be less icky.
I’ll really miss a tub to soak in, but maybe a heated mattress pad will serve the same pain relief purpose? And Mom’s gonna have a hard time not having room for the depression baby over buying and under-thinning tendency.
I only have to stay on my feet a couple more weeks, then I can give the puttering out body some downtime. The auction is moved back to April 30th, so once I’m out of this house, whatever’s left behind is for the auctioneers to sort! I’m gonna enjoy saying “all yours”!
And despite not having high speed available, grrrr…I’ve gotten around that one really less than good aspect of the new house. Rather than deal with dial up I took my wide load down to the AT&T store.
I could stand it no longer–me wents and gots me very own mifi device!! Don’t ya love the grammer, he, he? Now I can get online when I want in whatever outfit I want, weather not withstanding nor swollen legs preventing a trip to the cafe. You get all the boy stories you could want!
The boys as mentioned are in hysterics with all the noise and people, but so far, so far while still on steroids their health has held up okay. We’ve had one small bout of die in the rears, corrected with a few days of antibiotics and probably from allowing them a bone each to chew on. Believe it or not, BB’s handling the ruckus better than Kenai.
Bless his heart, I’m sure my love feels a wee neglected. Between my front running into the back of me going in all these circles, and the sheer tidal wave of over-exertion pain, he’s not had the attention he’s used to. And no where near the outside time or car rides.
I keep telling him that it’ll be worth it all in a couple weeks, but he just looks at me like “what’s a week?”. He’ll turn his head and gimme the boy wrinkles, but the concept of the future ain’t hitting home. Come Friday he may not even recognize me from upwind: I’m getting my hair done!
Yep, a cut and color. And I mean a CUT. I’m going from 6″ below the shoulder to chin length or above: get this mop off my neck and cool me down come July. Nothin like a new ‘do to make a new girl, right?
Well I’m gonna get off now and check out a few blogs, read up on this or that, maybe even have another try at deciphering the facebook jargon. Why, because I actually can now! No, not translate facebook, but go here and there online. Facebook may take a few lessons…
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on March 23, 2011