It is not my intent to bundle all my Bessts, but here I am, doing it anyway. Let’s go!
Friday, May 23: It’s a short day at work, which is always bonus.
Saturday, May 24: Our construction has begun in earnest.
– The back of my house looks like war-torn Sarajevo. It looks ridiculous, but they haven’t invaded the house proper yet. This is just the prep. I understand that if I move across water, the ghosts won’t be able to follow me.
– We head over to the Grandparents, Interrupted for a barbecue with my sister, her husband, and her basset hounds. Good times.
– To get ready for Tuesday, Dad, Interrupted and I have to get our bed moved upstairs. It’s a waterbed, and I’d like to put some storage underneath it, which entails finding something that will let us do exactly that without risking our bed crashing down into the garage. Working the solution means I use my Marriott points at a local hotel overnight.
– Someday, when we have all recovered our respective senses of humor about the challenges of this kind of project, I’ll go into detail about this afternoon. Of course, if I wait until the senses of humor have returned, I’ll probably have forgotten a lot of it. Which is probably for the best.
Sunday, May 25:
– We have lived in this house for almost twenty years, which is like an ancestral home in Phoenix, where people move all. the. freaking. time. And while we haven’t qualified for a very special episode of Hoarders (yet), we have not kept up with the detritus/effluvia/residue over the years. This much is apparent as we make our eleventy-seventh trip to Goodwill with donations. I’m pretty sure we could start four households with this stuff.
– So this is a good thing. If we keel over, there’s less junk for our grieving children to paw through and sell at a garage sale. I’m given to understand that getting rid of all this stuff will make room in my life for something amazing to happen. While that may be true (and I’m looking forward to it!) I know that at the very least there’s less for me to trip over as I run to my future.
– Dad, Interrupted takes me to his new favorite restaurant, the Cornish Pasty Co. While we’ve eaten there before, I had no idea that he was lunching there enough to establish a set list of favorites. While it’s very good, the highlight is sitting at the bar with my main squeeze and getting sips of his Boddington’s.
– We spend the night in our new room. We have sorted out the solutions to most of our storage issues. Elmer is righteously confused.
– Having to walk upstairs a jillion times is really good for the step count. I have 10,000 steps by 4 pm, which may be a new record.
It’s been a very good weekend so far. Today will consist of more readying for the more invasive demolition work and moving upstairs. We are very much looking forward to the end result, which is the Grandparents, Interrupted coming to live with us in mid-July.
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