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Time lapse photography of unpacking our townhouse

Tuesday, September 4th, 2007

Here are photos of our living room and dining room before the movers came.

dscn0393.JPG Looking toward the dining room from the stairs

 dscn0392.JPG Looking toward the living room from the kitchen

The sheers cost $25.  $15 at a garage sale in Chicago for five sheers with lace toppers and three valances plus $10 at Target for another pair of sheers to which I sewed two of the valances on top.  (That pair is in the dining room.  They are missing the lace insets.  Still thinking about what to do with the leftovers.  They will probably just go into the dress-up box.)  The rug cost, ahem, more, and came most recently from a Fayetteville auction .  We have another, even larger rug that we may have to design a room around if we ever find a house.

And this would be a picture of our moving van pulling away… except I forgot to upload it while I was at my folks’ last night.

And these are of our living room and dining room approximately 24 hours later.

dscn0396.JPG Living room view.

dscn0395.JPG Dining room view.

I didn’t realize how dark the after photos turned out, but I’m desperate to post something with photos. 

I should have taken pictures of the rooms now (2 weeks later), but I forgot.  We have light bulbs in the lamps, glass in the table tops, pictures on the walls, pillows on the couches, child clutter on the floors, and most of the upholstered furniture wrapped in pseudo-slipcovers* in preparation for C for Cat’s arrival.  We’ve also shifted the furniture around a little bit so the window loveseat is a little nearer the TV and the rocker and corner table are pulled in a little.  Makes a cozier grouping, I think.  Maybe I’ll post after the cat comes.

* I spent quite a while yesterday fighting with slipcovers.  I wound up using a bedspread and some lined curtains from a previous house, along with safety pins, for our loveseats.  For some reason (maybe because our loveseats are slender of arm instead of big armed), the storebought slipcovers looked just horrible.  My makeshift ones are a bit better.   The one I bought for the sofa is OK, but I will probably wind up changing it, too.  I may have to just buckle down and make them.  It took me a solid two days the last time I did that.  In 1988.

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Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

Unfortunately, my digital camera cable is somewhere else, or I would show you the amazing progress we made yesterday.  Guess photos are for another post.  In twelve hours, we went from a nearly empty house to an over-full house to a house where we could have company drop in.  (In fact, we did have a kindergarten mom in this morning.  How lovely to be able to find our glasses, and coffee pot, and even our coffee cups and spoons.) 

Don spent yesterday supervising the movers.  My mother-in-law spent the afternoon unpacking my kitchen.  Don and I spent some of the evening unpacking our crystal.  (We have a lot of crystal — three or four dishpack boxes full — some from our registry, some from friends, and some from the POs of our Ashland house.  None broke.  Amazing packers.)  Then, we slept in our very own beds in our very own bedrooms on our very own sheets.  Just lovely.  We’ve even met some of our very own neighbors.

We do have too much stuff for the townhouse — I, as I always do when I move, have dreams of reducing the amount, but don’t know when I’ll make the time for it.  Especially with lots of it in storage.  I think I can get rid of one floor lamp and a half dozen ice cube trays without too much thought.  (Except … what if I need to sort stuff?  Tiny stuff?  Like, I don’t know, beads or seeds or buttons or … I guess if I haven’t needed to sort tiny stuff in the last many years, I probably won’t need to any time soon.) 

I still have empty cabinets in the kitchen, and expect to change that soon — and I need my cookbooks, and to rearrange some things so that my baking stuff is all in one place, but, for now, I am just pleased to know where my canned corn and tomatoes are.  Hmmm.  Wonder what’s for supper?

Don and my mother-in-law headed back to Chicago this morning.  He’ll be back on Monday.  Oops.  Guess that means I need to figure out supper.  Maybe a casserole.  I saw one of my favorite casserole dishes this morning.  And we found our rice.  One of the containers of rice broke, so we had a mess of rice in one of our slow cookers.  (We used to buy 20 pounds of rice at a time from a produce store in Chicago.  That much rice can make a mess.  In both the southern vernacular and the non-vernacular terms.  Did you know that mess originally referred to a quantity of food?  And, hence, the term mess hall refers to the food being served, and not the disorderly nature of the room.  From the French mittre, to send, as in what was sent to the table.)

Speaking of school and college, Beloit’s list of what college freshmen may be too young to know is out.  It’s startling to realize just how young they are, and to think about how much will be on the Little One’s list in thirteen years.

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Movers have arrived.

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

I expect to have a house full of furniture and boxes by the time I get home from work today.  And a storage unit full of furniture and boxes.  And possibly my parents’ garage full of … yes, furniture and boxes.  We sure own a lot of stuff.

We delayed the moving van’s arrival a bit because their scheduled arrival of 7:45 a.m. would have put them right in the middle of prime time for school drop off, and our street is a prime location for the park-and-walk parent to park and walk.  (We live nearer the school than most parents could park.)  By waiting until 8:15, the street cleared and made room for the moving van.  (The delay also gave Don a chance to grab coffee cake, cups and box cutters.  My mother in law is going to come in the afternoon and work on unpacking the kitchen.  Lucky us!)

Little One’s second day of kindergarten started off nicely.  Hugs, kisses, and good byes.  She walked right in and started coloring.  Doesn’t seem a bit scarred by the little, ahem, snafu about where she was supposed to go after school.   

At her open house on Friday, they asked what she was to do after school, and I said she was a walker — because she is going to walk to her after-school care.  A minute later, I realized that walking-to-after-school-care was a separate category, so we discussed at length how she was not really a walker.  But, by the time Monday afternoon rolled around, her teacher had forgotten that she was not a walker (especially because she knew we lived across the street), and had her in the walking line instead of the after-school-care line.  I guess our after-school caregivers called, looking for her, so her teacher drove her to the after-school care.  (It’s only a block away.)  I’m pretty sure everyone will know what she’s supposed to do today. And I’m pretty un-upset about it, too.  After all, no harm, no foul.  And she was where she was supposed to be by the time Don went to pick her up.

I was impressed by her teacher knowing her name — and everyone else’s name — when they walked in yesterday.  Maggie didn’t have too much to say about her day — at recess, she played with a girl she knew from preschool, and figured out how many kids can fit on some “round green swing.”  (I’ll have to look at the playground and see what that is.)  She learned a song about r-e-d, and claims they didn’t read any stories and that she didn’t have lunch.  You know the saying, “If you don’t believe everything your kid says about school, I won’t believe everything she says about home.”  Might apply here.

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Check? Check!

Monday, August 20th, 2007

Check came in today, so I guess our Chicago house has sold.  We also got an all-clear on the follow-up radon test, so the last bit should be released from escrow soon.  Whew.

Movers come tomorrow, I think.  The Little One started kindergarten this morning.  She sure is little.  She’s almost as big as her backpack.  We spent our first night in our in-between rental apartment/duplex/whatever you call it (the townhouse).  Don will be taking his mom home later this week and painting her bedroom some more.  It’s another chaotic time in our lives.  Oh, and we’ve been married 7.5 years.  Happy half-anniversary to us. :)   In those 7.5 years, we’ve lived in 4.5 houses.  (We’d signed the lease on our townhouse, but hadn’t spent the night there yet.  The houses are: Howe, Ashland, Kensington, my parents’ guest house, and the townhouse.)  That’s a lot of moving, isn’t it?  Here’s hoping we stay longer in our next house.

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