Oh, how happy I was to see Mike the Chatty Internet/Phone/TV installer today... I tried to contain my glee so as not to scare him away and thus lose my one chance at connectivity with the wider world...
Thank you for all your funny moving stories and words of encouragement : )
So. We're here, and we're in one piece. Bee has clothes again, we're trying to be patient with each other in the face of the inevitable meltdowns resulting from a major life change, and I've startled Matt on more than one occasion with my mental recall of the inventory for pretty much everything we own. I'm not even sure where to begin saving the month of July 2009, where we traveled 2353 miles, saw each and every one of our parents/grandparents, siblings/siblings-in-law/aunts/uncles, first cousins/nieces/nephews plus visited with some of our closest friends, attended two parades each filled with their share of fire trucks or horses, wore tank tops and jean jackets in the same week, become acquainted with the #1 public library in the U.S.... it's been quite a remarkable month.
For now, a few photos, though:
A lovely, lucky view of the eastern edge of Wyoming (to make up for the next one, which should reassure everyone that holding the camera up to take an occasional photo without looking results in many more bad photos than good ones)
Our things took up half this truck, driven by Mike the Meticulous Truck Driver who supervised the loading, driving, and unloading of our household goods in such a way that as far as we can tell, the only real damage is a slightly smashed in dresser handle to our pine MT dresser. This is what is known as A Pleasant Surprise.
And finally, without the distraction of the telephone, TV, or the internet, we were able to unpack every box in the last ten days with the exception of the book boxes which hold the books for our main bookshelves, which I'm saving on purpose for a little longer so I can carefully reshelve them properly— a task which hasn't been done in a few years. As soon as we get rid of that stack of boxes and the filled-with-paper-ones next to that, we'll be parking in the garage, which constitutes some kind of record for us. We still have pictures to hang and a few surfaces to clear off, but otherwise, we're moved in. I'm not entirely convinced the trade-off (no internet/phone/TV for ten days) was worth it. Maybe. Or maybe not.
Two interesting house facts to note:
1. We rented this house with only the internet and blind faith in hand, so when the landlady explained that the little half bath on the first floor was upholstered, I believed this to mean it had some sort of fuzzy/textured wallpaper on the walls. It is, in fact, upholstered with fabric. Much like you would imagine a padded room to be. I have never seen anything like it in my life. When the door closes all the sound in the world is sucked out of you, which leaves me with the strange feeling that I've been preyed on by a Dementor. A Dementor who doesn't mind hanging out in orange floral upholstered bathrooms : )
2. My new craft room is actually the side of the unfinished basement containing the one outlet in the entire basement. I have plenty of room to spread out, but must do so with caution so as not to anger the residents of the giant spider hostel I've invaded. I've appropriated one of Matt's old uniform boots as a permanent scrapbooking tool. It's going to take a great deal of self-talk for this basement-fearing sissy to learn to be comfortable down there, but it's either that or nothing. I've only had two spider bites since we've been here and none in the last six days, so I think I'm winning...at least I hope so!