The move is done.
And Chez Knit is in chaos. Not as much chaos as Friday evening, when I just stood in my kitchen and cried a big tear or two. But still chaos.
On Friday night, after Lee and his crew of tattooed mover men had vacated, it just sort of hit me.
I couldn’t get to the sink.
I wasn’t sure where the toilet paper was.
We had bread but no butter.
My Subway sandwich from lunch was barking at me.
I was so tired that I couldn’t even think straight.
I had forgotten to bring any of the food from the refrigerator at the old place over to Chez Knit.
And I had forgotten the BEER! How could I have forgotten the Commodore Perry!
So HHBL and I walked over to the center of town (a 1/2 mile away) just as all the restaurants AND the grocery store closed.
So we got milk and ice cream and butter and beer at the CVS. And then I couldn’t find any bowls at home OR spoons. But finally located some plastic bowls and silverware. We sat and had Cookie Dough ice cream and beer and just stared at each other.
Finally I sniffed a bit, had HHBL help me put sheets on the bed and then went to sleep. Or at least tried to go to sleep. This old body was so tired and sore that it didn’t even want to do that for a while.
The “big” portion of the move happened on Friday (and that will be a longer blog post later in the week). But HHBL and I also had to make a total of five extra trips to get all of the “little” stuff out of the old house. That is 30 minutes each way plus the gas to do it. I filled up my car on Thursday and I am going to have to fill it up again before knitting tonight.
KNITTING!!! Thank the good Lord. I need fiber therapy something fierce.
But everything is here. Not everything has a place yet (ummmm, that would be a big gigantic understatement) and I am refining the cleaning out even more. I located all the yarn and the containers are stacked in my work area waiting to be unloaded, sorted and placed in their new home. I don’t think that is going to happen until the end of the week at the very earliest. There are other action items that have more urgency.
Like getting a covered garbage can that can be specifically dedicated to canine fecal deposits.
Yes, I actually have to “pick up” after my dog for the first time in his life.
I am not loving it. Although, in the winter there might be some minor benefit from picking up, however momentarily, a steaming warm turd.