A Very Very Very Fine Place To Live
Patty & I have been in our new house for a few months now. We’ve managed to unpack most of our moving boxes and make it an actual “home.” We’ve also contributed an obscene number of cardboard boxes to the local recycling effort. I wasn’t keen on parting with the boxes, though; a musician should never discard a possible future living space.
The new house is a two-story and is almost twice as big as our old house. We soon found that the house seems HUGE. I mean, we actually have trouble finding each other sometimes. It’s just an illusion, of course, since our old house had the furnace, washer & dryer, kitchen and garage in the same room. In the new place, Patty could be upstairs in the kitchen and I might be in the laundry room eating crackers (the first step is to admit you have a problem.)
It took the dogs a little time to get used to it. We live next to a nature preserve, so Indie & Bear have plenty of space to run. Unfortunately, we can no longer tell everyone that nothing has died at our home. Bear managed to hunt (and kill!) a rabbit in the yard. Thankfully, Bear finished the rabbit off, not like the last time. Oh, and if your really want to horrify your co-workers, tell them the rabbit was actually a neighbor’s pet which got loose. Yeah, I know; its a new kind of evil.
The rest of the house is coming together. We’ve put in new carpet upstairs, bought some much-needed new kitchen appliances and when the weather turns bad, we’ll attempt to finish re-doing the walls in the second bedroom. It seems that a previous owner actually painted tons of decorative flowers on a pink wall. Well, since the flowers are painted-on, you have to scrape them off. Personally, I’d rather use a sledgehammer, but I’m still on a time-out from the last time I tried that.
Assuming, I still have fingers, I’ll give you an update on the home improvement progress later. Now, where’s my blow-torch?