A December to Remember

So, you already know we made the big move.  We've been in the house now for 3 whole days.  This is our 2nd night, in the last 3-1/2 weeks, of sleeping in a real bed - our own bed.  This fact alone is one of the most positive things!  We finally put some food in the fridge tonight, besides leftover pizza.  On the other hand, we have been to the beach 3 times in 2 days.  Just for about a half hour each - enough to let the puppies run & chase waves - and take a mind-boggling number of dumps in the sand (the first barrage found us without a bag.  I had to throw out half of a perfectly good latte to fill the cup.  We do try to be responsible dog owners!)  And each day has stared out in the 70's, hit the 80's and ended again in the 70's.  Now, we're talkin'!

At least a couple of times a day, I stop for a moment, smack Michael on the arm and say "We live here now!".  Wow, huh?

But the move itself has been interesting.  We thought we were making lists and planning and deciding things BEFORE we left.  Well, that was just practice.  Now we're back to making lists, seeing things that need doing, fixing, cleaning, moving, cubby-holing, purchasing.... you get the picture.  It's fun and exhausting, possibly in equal measure.

We "sequestered" the dogs on the lanai during the move-in.  Here's what Hawaiian doggie confinement looked like:

The ramshackle stack of barricading was erected after Ami jumped over the kennel to greet the movers.  Ami jumping, imagine that?

Here's the living room, 8 AM ready for the movers to arrive,  after Michael had spent a full week painting every room in the house.

After 4 hours of schlepping and unpacking with the 2-man moving crew, it looked like this:

The other rooms similarly went from "less-is-more" to "holy shit, why did we bring all this stuff and where are we going to put it??!!".  By 9 PM that same night (this would be just last night), we had successfully wrangled 63% of the pile into submission.

Okay.... maybe more like 48%.  Point is... we're making progress! (At least in this room.... I plead the 5th as to other rooms in the house.)

It's late here (which means it's 2 hours later - or more - where you are).  I'm going to bed.  We've got to get up early to be on the beach by 7 for another canine bowel-purging run in the sand and the surf.

Aloha for now!