We’ve Moved

What a process moving is.  We didn’t realize how much effort goes into even a local move, and we now have a much better understanding of what the Bean is going through trying to prep for a very long distance move, all the way across the country, coast-to-coast as they say.

Please pardon the photos – someone couldn’t hold the camera still (not naming names).

We had to do it bit by bit, and truthfully, there is still a bit of stuff over at my place, though not much.  Smidge’s “partmental” (as she calls it) was crammed with stuff.  Thought we’d never get the last of it out, and it naturally retains the kitchen appliances. Who knew she could get so much stuff in such a tiny space.  Where there’s a will, there is Smidge.Smidge's new room

Kele and I did some better.  Our things fit nicely into our room, and my nice chair, though a different style, looks fine in the living room, along with the two end tables.  Good think I had those – there was a sofa and chair in there, but that was just about all. living room and clinic

The more troublesome aspect is what to do with the other furniture that was originally in the house.  We kept a couple of beds, one in Smidge’s room for when Voir visits, and one in my room, in case Kele ever decides to move from the hammock, which is also in there.  Snip and Kele's new room

There were still a couple of left-over beds.  We used Smidge’s kitchen things in the new place, but we couldn’t use that and the original kitchen cabinet, dining table, and a dining hutch.  They were really nice and we hated to not use them.  Bean says maybe the yard sale, maybe an eBay sale, maybe…  Also found another kitchen table and some chairs, plus a bunch of little kid toys. Kitchen

There was a lot of china left out from the original Big House stuff, so we may end up swapping out our table, chairs, and kitchen hutch for what was left over.  We’re gonna live with it for a week and then see.  We also need the plumber back.  The hot water faucet fell off the kitchen sink.  We used the shut-off valve to keep from flooding the place and wasting hot water.

But you can now address us at THE BIG HOUSE, Noble Ave, Richmond.

We live in a big house!!!

Will it work this week…?

So I’m starting early, just in case the whole site goes crashing down around me again.  So frustrating to have to use a different blogging service again last week, simply because I could not access my space.  I hope this is not a regular and quite unwanted feature.

Smidge, Kele, and I spent last week discussing and debating the merits of combining our households after our Bean offered us a huge old house she’s owned since the late 1970s that she purchased at auction.  It has four really large rooms, a front porch and steps, and back steps as well. It is partially furnished, but we could bring in our own things and it would be quite fabulous.  Its only drawback is that it lacks a bath, and we are unsure where that might go and how it would work out with all of us in the same quarters. And that’s why all the discussion, debate, and hesitation.

Finally, we said enough with the talk, it’s time to vote.  So we voted.  Kele was the dissenter.  He’s most concerned that his traditional Hawaiian outdoor lifestyle would be completely disrupted.  I pointed out that he could bring his hammock (my hammock, but he’s sleeping in it) with him and we would continue on just as we were in my Breadbox, but with more space.  But since Smidge and I decided to take the plunge, he really was outvoted.  So we are moving into The Big House.

But not until we figure out who sleeps where, where my office will be, and where Smidge’s clinic will go.  Don’t really want folks trampling all over the house.  Or do we?

Stay tuned.

Smidge is definitely back…

Yup, she showed up, feisty as ever, and she was not alone.  She arrived with a companion in her pinkmost case – Smidge claims he stowed away on the plane after she and Voir spotted him loitering at the airport, but I have my suspicions that they just might have aided and abetted.  Her big complaint was that he talked non-stop, even when she was trying to sleep, and kept kicking her in the shins.  Poor Smidge, our little pink one.

Anyway, the rumor is that Hawaii is overrun with dollies, and though Smidge and Voir thought they might just stay on to enjoy the sun and sand and water, it was impossible to gain residency, and dollies that were there were seeking asylum elsewhere.  Being of not-so-sound minds but brave and generous hearts, I feel pretty certain they simply smuggled him aboard.  Where they kept him after they got back to MN is not something Smidge is telling me.

But it was a fortuitous event for me, since Kele (pronounced “keh-lee” with accent on second syllable) turned out to be a pretty nice fellow.  He is a surfer, though he couldn’t bring his board and there’s nowhere nearby to surf anyway, but he’s a pleasant companion and roommate.  So far we are getting along very nicely.  He found my hammock to his liking – said it felt like home – and has moved in.

Kele

So thank you to Smidge and Voir de Wizzy for helping to bring the little dude, as he likes to be called, back to Virginia.  I’m wondering if there might be some surfing opportunities near our new home in Washington…

HOLY SMOKE!

One day WordPress hates me and I have no access, and the next day I’m back.  Hmm.  Glitch or miracle?  You decide.  Or as they say in the movies…

I’ll be back.

I’m baaaaack!

Now I have to decide which service works best for me.  It’s actually a little frightening to have all these options.

I shall ponder the options until next week.  See you then. Hehe – meanwhile, . . . I’m baaaaack!