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Thursday, October 7th, 2004
Ahhhh, the moving is over. Time to relax, right? Not quite.
We moved in on the 1st, filling up a 24-foot moving truck and taking several pickup truck and carloads. It was horrible. When did we get so much STUFF?
The first two nights we slept (uncomfortably) in the guest room on that miserably hard bed (as good hosts, we definitely have to do something about this bed!) because the floor in the master bedroom needed to be cleaned and waxed. A green shag carpet had been in there for 30 years, and it left the floor looking rather unpleasant. After sweeping twice with a broom and once with a Swiffer, then mopping, then waxing and polishing, the floor started to look pretty darn good. The polisher D borrowed from his dad wasn’t working quite right for us, so he had to do it by hand (and foot).
We set up the bed Sunday afternoon, and I got to sleep in our bedroom for the first time (D had to work). I slept like a rock.
While camping out in the guest bedroom, we discovered that the floor has quite a slant angling up to the hall. All the surrounding rooms are fine. D is going to look under the house this week to see what the problem is.
We have decided that the kitchen cabinets aren’t as awful as we thought. I’m going to paint them and add some moulding and new hardware to make them look less ’70s boring. The master bathroom, on the other hand, needs updating QUICKLY. After a few days of taking showers in the teeny tiny guest bathroom, I’m in desperate need of a decent-sized shower with room to set around all my various shower gels.
On Sunday we went to Piggly Wiggly for the first time (affectionately known as “the Pig”) … hmmm, they don’t carry kitty litter or hairball control cat food. Guess we’ll have to buy that in Tuscaloosa. We had dinner at Church’s Chicken, which is the only restaurant in town that’s open on Sunday.
The cats seem to be adjusting well. We brought them with us Saturday night, and they climbed up in the back window of my car to enjoy the view.
The first three nights, we kept them confined to the back two bedrooms (joined by the guest bathroom) because the house is in such chaos. They seemed to think it was a special treat because they were getting to sleep on a real people bed (apparently, unbearably hard to humans equals incredibly plush to a cat).
Tonight we let them out into the whole house, and they ran all over the place sniffing everything. Alistair slept nearly the whole night on the bed with us, while Henry barreled up and down the hall sounding like a herd of buffalo instead of one 14.5-pound cat.
My mother gave me her grandfather clock, and it looks great in the front hall. We’re still getting used to all the night sounds – the chiming clock, the train whistle from across town, the water heater clicking … the contents of all the cardboard boxes settling against each other.