Yes, hello, we are back on the internets! I am happy to say that after just over three weeks I have adjusted to Mountain Daylight Time. Okay, yeah, it's just an hour and mostly a mental thing, but still. The trailer containing most of our stuff has arrived and departed. In between, a three man team from Little Guys Moving showed up and did an outstanding job unloading. I have learned a couple of things. Firstly, that the professionals I hired to load did, at best, a questionable job. A fair amount of shifting occurred during transport resulting in a great deal of furniture surface damage. Not enough to bother to put in a claim on my homeowner's insurance but disappointing all the same. Seven or eight totes and boxes that were loaded on the top broke open and spilled their contents all over the place. My outdoor wood bench was significantly damaged. I'm hoping a couple of blocks of wood and a few screws will render it sittable once more. The leaf for my dining room table was scuffed so severely I fear there is no repairing it. For now, it will take up residence in the basement and if used will require a tablecloth. And a couple of items came out of the trailer that weren't supposed to be loaded in the first place! Meh. And the three rows of boxes that Reid and I loaded didn't budge a bit. Damn, we're good. I have spent part of the morning researching electric lawnmowers online. With my small yard such a mower could be a terrific choice. They come in at about half the weight of a gas powered mower so I may be able to manage mowing once more! Plus no pull start, merely the flick of a switch! No gas, no oil changes, no noise! Please, take my money! I am so in love with this house. I have about half of an organized living room. The kitchen is a total disaster. And to make up for the tacky blinds the former owners left in place, they also left behind eight linen curtain panels that are lovely and will work nicely in my bedroom. Sometimes things just work out.
Sunday, May 22, 2016
I'm enjoying some lovely French press coffee that Jill left on the counter. Also the view of the yard and creek on our last morning here. In a couple of hours the cars will be packed and we, we being Reid and Newton and me, will be Colorado bound. I expect that we will be off the internets for a few days. But there is a Starbucks nearby....Our moving adventure continues.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
A couple of days ago I revisited my college-age self. By leaving the house without showering and disguising that fact with liberal use of body spray and by pulling my hair back into a pony tail. Why? Because the plumber showed up early. What kind of self-respecting plumber shows up early, that's what I want to know. I got up in plenty of time. But then it seems I lingered over my coffee and the fabulous morning view a teensy bit too long. Upon noting the time and that I still had a generous twenty minutes or so to accomplish my morning ablutions, I spied the plumber's van creeping up the drive. Well, crap. At this point, no longer possessing a shred of dignity or even really caring anymore, I went outside in my flannel jammies to move my car so the plumber could get back to the area by the garage. It was supposed to be a quick job, though, so I didn't panic. An hour went by. Then two hours. Damn! If I'm going to meet the girls for coffee, I better get a move on! Body spray, pony tail, and a smidge of makeup later, I was in my car and on my way. Never trust a plumber who arrives early and says it will be a quick job. Or don't get distracted by coffee and a lovely view. Or get up earlier than the plumber. All I know is, I had a lovely time catching up with Carmen and Chelsey.
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
In honor of Norwegian Independence Day, feast your eyes upon the younger son dressed as Baleog the Fierce. Yes, I know the horned hat is completely inappropriate as far as Viking garb goes. But so are his yellow yarn locks. One thing that is totally authentic about my son portraying a Viking character is the fact that he is, indeed, 25% Norwegian-American. He's part Swede from his father, but generally I try to not to talk about that. Nothing against Sweden, but clearly Reid's phenomenal amazingness comes primarily from his mother. Me. And since this is my blog, pardon me, but I'm unabashedly tooting my own horn. Besides, I sewed the costume.
It's sunny in the canyon today. Time to put on my hiking boots and go for a walk among the trees. Reid and I had a bit of a dinnertime adventure last night. We turned left from the end of the driveway to check out Cheyenne Crossing only to discover that they are closed Monday and Tuesday nights. Meaning that we then traversed the entire length of Spearfish Canyon back to Spearfish on the other end. Despite my magical ability to get lost, I also have a magical ability to locate locales I have been to only one time. Meaning that we got to enjoy a most delicious local pizza experience at Dough Trader Pizza. The toppings are fresh and delectable and the homemade, hand stretched sourdough crust melts in your mouth. We will have to work in a burger at Cheyenne Crossing before we depart later this week, but sometimes an unexpected detour take you precisely where you ought to be.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Hello, it's Sunday. I have been sufficiently lazy. Tuna casserole is for dinner. Oh, excuse me, (please hear this next italicized section in your best Minnesota accent), didn't mean to be all hifalutin' there, I meant to say tuna hot dish. One week from today Reid and Newton and I will arrive at 2534 and spend our first night there. Until then, I intend to enjoy the heck out of this beautiful, in-between setting. Pardon me, I need to go cook some noodles.
Saturday, May 14, 2016
1. Be the driver.
2. Sometimes, but especially on your birthday, eat dessert first.
3. Proper use of the word, cheesedick.
4. Hugs feed your soul.
5. The joy of shedding your shoes and going barefoot.
6. Embrace photographic evidence of your questionable hairstyles.
7. Pretty much everything is better outside.
8. Benjamin Franklin was right about beer.
9. Power tools are cool.
10. Remember to tell people that you love them.