We've been here exactly one week today. It's actually starting to look like a house now and not a storage facility. So many freakin' boxes! Where did all of this stuff come from and who does it belong to?
One set-back - the sofabed doesn't fit into the attic bedroom which is going to be the guestroom so it's sitting in the living room hogging space right now. I did find someone to buy it through craigslist.com but they're not coming until Tuesday next week. The new dining table is being delivered tomorrow so it's going to be a bit of a squeeze for a few days.
Also, the kitchen is tiny and badly planned so I'm really struggling to fit everything in. In fact, it's impossible and we're looking for a nice big sideboard to fill. Other than that it's a lovely house and I'm trying to visualise what it will look like when everything has a place.
The floors are really nice. They're all the original wooden floorboards and we had them varnished a dark cocoa brown. They look great but last night I was coming down the stairs in the dark, couldn't see the steps very well because they just blended into the darkness and ended up on my back at the foot of the stairs. I took the skin off both my knees, banged up my right hip and severely bruised my pride. One redeeming factor is that when J ran down in the dark to see what had happened he stumbled too, though his reflexes are obviously better than mine because he didn't actually fall (well, I was carrying the cat which must make a difference, right?). The stair runner has just moved up the priority list.
So it's all good, just tiring. Jason is off to Chicago on Friday for the marathon on Sunday. I'm starting to get nervous about it and asked Jim and Kellie to look out for him. My current fear is that he finishes the race, goes to his hotel room to shower and take a nap and never wakes up. He has been training hard but we've all got colds at the moment. Hopefully he'll have some time to rest and recuperate in Chicago before the race. I'm sure just getting away from a house full of boxes, energetic children, a stressed out wife and a hyperactive cat will make a difference.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment