Jeffrey wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he decided to help me anyway. It was 19 years since I moved into this house and I’d forgotten just how much STUFF we owned. And this is from a family who had poverty and a small 50’s house helping us to keep possessions at bay!
In the week we were getting the floors sanded, we moved a few boxes into the new place. Well, I had to. It was more than flesh and blood could stand to have possession of the new place and not to do anything with it.
Here’s the boys’ bathroom. That’s how it looked before the removal van dropped off everything. Even now, three weeks later, the bath is still full of bits and bobs, while we wait for all our new cupboards to be built. I can’t wait till it looks like this again!
My huge veggie garden and fruit trees are no more. I’ve brought all my wicking boxes and pots with me though, and in the fullness of time more veggie gardens will emerge.
Here’s a view from David22’s room. Soon this pinkish paving will be a deck and verandah. Can’t wait…
Soon we’ll have some chairs and a table here, to have the occasional morning coffee here. At the moment, though, I leave for work at around 7:20 each morning, so there’s no screaming hurry for the furniture to arrive.
It was an exciting day when the floors were all done and the furniture could finally arrive. It was a funny thing – even though I obviously knew that this was my new house, it was still all academic until the first few articles of furniture were brought in. Then, suddenly it WAS my house.
With the added bonus of the beach being a mere 5 minutes (if that) walk away, the dogs and I are getting fitter. I’ve never been a huge fan of the beach, (too much sand), but I’m rapidly becoming a convert.
Tom24 came down to visit and we took Poppy and Jeff down. They all loved it.
Meanwhile, back at the old house, Evan19 and his 2 housemates live the decadent lives of young bachelors. Here’s Nathan living it up when I went over there one day.
The lounge room now has 3 sofas, with another one out in the backyard next to a fire pit they dug out and lined with bricks. They’ll be living here until the bulldozers come.
Apparently it was a very good party. The massive beer pong set up in the kitchen was a huge hit, by all accounts. For some reason, I wasn’t invited…
Meanwhile, back home…
Jeff was the only dog for a week, when Poppy came into season and went off to be mated. Poor Poppy! Her initial suitor was a young dog, so she was subjected to an adolescent male who was too stupid to know what he was meant to be doing. So he did nothing except leap around aimlessly.
So she went to his father…. Randy. With a name like that, it’s no surprise that he got the job done. Now it’s a wait to see if she’s pregnant. She’s sleepier than usual, so my sister quipped, “She’s so tired! It’s that first trimester…!” If she’s pregnant, I’ll be dropping her off to her breeder’s place on the long weekend and she’ll have her pups 8 weeks from today.
Unfortunately we’ve had a bit of a Circle of Life thing happen. A week after we moved, Maris died. This is the last photo I took of her, taken in the old house. Daphne doesn’t appear to care too much that she’s now the only cat, which isn’t surprising as they only tolerated each other, even though we got them both on the same day 12 years ago.
Speaking of Daphne, here’s a shot of her exploring, after we had the cats locked in the house for the first week after we moved n. This new place has a cat door, which Daph initially resisted using but is now using like a pro.
I’ve been buying lots of new things for the house, like cupboards and frying pans and Dobby. This is Dobby, our new robotic vacuum cleaner. I can’t afford a cleaner, but I hate vacuuming with a passion. Dobby starts cleaning every morning as I walk out the door. I love him.
I’m loving the new house. Strange to say, I don’t miss the old place at all, even with the long commute.
And bit by bit, it’s all coming together.
Thermomix Recipe: Coconut Curried Pumpkin Soup. This is absolutely divine!