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We are in.
Dec. 16th, 2016 12:56 pmWe are in the new house. The old house has cleaning tools and a picture, but not much else. I have found a realtor, though I need to work on the paperwork there.
Day by day the new house has a shorter punchlist and we come closer to being actually moved in. This week I shadowed the window guy as he replaced two windows and switch two windows (a tempered one with a non-tempered one. Something about proximity to stairs makes tempered glass a need.). Now I do not hear the paper blinds russle as I'm trying to sleep. The window next to my side of the bed was actually leaking. Which was super creepy.
We have blinds on only one window in the entire house. Money is a huge limitation. T's estimate of how much blinds would cost for the whole house was just as huge an underestimate as I was afraid, even with the padding I gave the number. We can afford blinds for the master bedroom, but they won't be in (delivered to our local store, not installed) until just before Christmas. And since some unknown number of our neighbors are hugely nosey (still bitter about the group T found taking a tour through our house after we had started moving in. With their shoes on. On the carpet. I grind my teeth every time I think about it.), T wanted something blocking them from simply looking in through the windows. Thus we are surrounded by those paper blinds. I anticipate that some windows will retain them for months.
The door guys spent most of yesterday here. The new doors are not painted, but there are doors present everywhere in the house now. Only 7 of them need painting, and I can live with that for a while. Listening to the sounds the door guys made as they tried to install doors in my office was.... truly excrutiating. All of the sounds they made were like they were breaking something. It was awful.
We can now park all three cars in the garage. T doesn't look thrilled, but I know him parking his truck outside for lack of a garage remote was grating at him. I read the directions for programming the remote that Amazon sent and together we made it happen. I parked my tiny sportscar backward in the smallest space, which only worked because T helped me park it. That will be a challenge going forward. I can see the first 30 times it will be a 50-point parking job. Move two inches, get out, check where everything is, get back in and move the car two inches... repeat A LOT.
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step_journal and mac_the_mike's aid, our kitchen is pretty much unpacked. We have dishes and utensils and everything. T says he is waiting for a business trip to completely rearrange it "more logically." *shrug* It will happen, I'm sure. In the meantime, I'm guilty of shoving everything in a convenient drawer or shelf and ignoring it. We have more space than we used to, which means it all rattles around a little.
In things that are starting to make me really happy, I love our pantry/utility/laundry room. Here, I love it so much I'm putting in a picture. Or two, because I couldn't fit everything in from this angle.( And this is just one wall! )
Other rooms are slower to unfold. The TV room has a couch and a hooked up TV and not much else. Our living room is mostly boxes. The away room has a futon... which is covered in a nonworking ceiling fan (pulled from the master bedroom) and zero shelving. The walls of the away room are solid boxes of books that are supposed to someday have a place to go.
My office is also slow going. I have shelves up and have been quickly unpacking boxes of books. But there are so many boxes of books! The shelves are almost full and I have more boxes of books. I'm reaching the end of the stuff I have a clue where to put. Much of the rest will require more thoughtful planning. The horizontal surfaces of my office already are covered with unpacked objects without a home. Opening more boxes will just make the problem worse.
Art is another challenge. We have hung zero art. And only a few pieces have we really agreed on where they go. Not that the two of us usually have difficulty deciding.... But T does not like the way the living room wooden furniture actually looks in the places we paper-planned it. The many boxes of china and pottery to be unpacked into those cannot be opened until we have a place to unpack them into, which prevents him from truly deciding where the furniture goes because the options are obscured by boxes and art on the floor... And without knowing where the big pieces of living room furniture will go, we can hang none of the living room art. It is a chicken-and-egg problem that I do not really have a means to help him with.
I will say that the tall ceilings open up a number of places-to-put art possibilities in my office and the master (the only two rooms in which the big pieces of furniture are in their longterm locations). My problem is that I haven't really mentally settled on what I want where. I may have to break down and actually unpack my office art to look at it..... After I finish unpacking the book boxes! My office is big, but not that big.
Day by day the new house has a shorter punchlist and we come closer to being actually moved in. This week I shadowed the window guy as he replaced two windows and switch two windows (a tempered one with a non-tempered one. Something about proximity to stairs makes tempered glass a need.). Now I do not hear the paper blinds russle as I'm trying to sleep. The window next to my side of the bed was actually leaking. Which was super creepy.
We have blinds on only one window in the entire house. Money is a huge limitation. T's estimate of how much blinds would cost for the whole house was just as huge an underestimate as I was afraid, even with the padding I gave the number. We can afford blinds for the master bedroom, but they won't be in (delivered to our local store, not installed) until just before Christmas. And since some unknown number of our neighbors are hugely nosey (still bitter about the group T found taking a tour through our house after we had started moving in. With their shoes on. On the carpet. I grind my teeth every time I think about it.), T wanted something blocking them from simply looking in through the windows. Thus we are surrounded by those paper blinds. I anticipate that some windows will retain them for months.
The door guys spent most of yesterday here. The new doors are not painted, but there are doors present everywhere in the house now. Only 7 of them need painting, and I can live with that for a while. Listening to the sounds the door guys made as they tried to install doors in my office was.... truly excrutiating. All of the sounds they made were like they were breaking something. It was awful.
We can now park all three cars in the garage. T doesn't look thrilled, but I know him parking his truck outside for lack of a garage remote was grating at him. I read the directions for programming the remote that Amazon sent and together we made it happen. I parked my tiny sportscar backward in the smallest space, which only worked because T helped me park it. That will be a challenge going forward. I can see the first 30 times it will be a 50-point parking job. Move two inches, get out, check where everything is, get back in and move the car two inches... repeat A LOT.
Thanks to the very wonderful
step_journal and mac_the_mike's aid, our kitchen is pretty much unpacked. We have dishes and utensils and everything. T says he is waiting for a business trip to completely rearrange it "more logically." *shrug* It will happen, I'm sure. In the meantime, I'm guilty of shoving everything in a convenient drawer or shelf and ignoring it. We have more space than we used to, which means it all rattles around a little.In things that are starting to make me really happy, I love our pantry/utility/laundry room. Here, I love it so much I'm putting in a picture. Or two, because I couldn't fit everything in from this angle.( And this is just one wall! )
Other rooms are slower to unfold. The TV room has a couch and a hooked up TV and not much else. Our living room is mostly boxes. The away room has a futon... which is covered in a nonworking ceiling fan (pulled from the master bedroom) and zero shelving. The walls of the away room are solid boxes of books that are supposed to someday have a place to go.
My office is also slow going. I have shelves up and have been quickly unpacking boxes of books. But there are so many boxes of books! The shelves are almost full and I have more boxes of books. I'm reaching the end of the stuff I have a clue where to put. Much of the rest will require more thoughtful planning. The horizontal surfaces of my office already are covered with unpacked objects without a home. Opening more boxes will just make the problem worse.
Art is another challenge. We have hung zero art. And only a few pieces have we really agreed on where they go. Not that the two of us usually have difficulty deciding.... But T does not like the way the living room wooden furniture actually looks in the places we paper-planned it. The many boxes of china and pottery to be unpacked into those cannot be opened until we have a place to unpack them into, which prevents him from truly deciding where the furniture goes because the options are obscured by boxes and art on the floor... And without knowing where the big pieces of living room furniture will go, we can hang none of the living room art. It is a chicken-and-egg problem that I do not really have a means to help him with.
I will say that the tall ceilings open up a number of places-to-put art possibilities in my office and the master (the only two rooms in which the big pieces of furniture are in their longterm locations). My problem is that I haven't really mentally settled on what I want where. I may have to break down and actually unpack my office art to look at it..... After I finish unpacking the book boxes! My office is big, but not that big.
