(while eating breakfast)
RJ: I think it would be great to be able to bring dead things back to life…
RJ: … Because then you could do it to your shoes and they’d be alive again and when you wore them, they would do the walking for you! So easy!
The day has finally arrived for us to move out. So many things have been packed away that day-to-day living involves battling our way through a cubic cardboard jungle. Things like eating breakfast and dinner, having baths, and building giant robots have become pretty much impossible. We’re spending the night at Grammy’s house, then we move out tomorrow!
Our world is filled with boxes, boxes and more boxes.
Last bath at the old house!
We had breakfast in throw-away, plastic bowls. All the real dishes were already packed!
Goodbye old house!
Sorry to everyone for falling behind on the updates! It’s been a bit of a perfect storm with moving, cleaning and selling our old house, RJ’s birthday party, and the actual perfect storm that rolled through last week and destroyed the city.
The good news is that the house has sold, which is a huge relief. Mad props to Mum who has spent day and night cleaning, tidying, scrubbing, gardening, dusting, disinfecting, digging, planting, licking, painting, herding, preening, fluffing, tending, washing and generally preparing the house for the hordes of potential buyers that we expected to come through. In typical was-it-all-really-worth-it-I-can’t-believe-we-just-wasted-two-weeks style, the house sold on the first day it was shown, to one of the first four couples who came to see it.
This is incredibly annoying. It’s as if we had prepared an amazing five-course meal, selected the perfect wines to go with it and they’ve wandered in, picked at the salad and left. They didn’t even see it during the daytime! I feel like we need to call them up and point out all the fantastic stuff that we’ve done to the place in the past month. After all, if we’re not going to be able to enjoy it, I want to make damn sure that someone out there appreciates it.
And yet, after all that, we are incredibly relieved and thankful to these wonderful people who have, with a few simple scribbles with their pen, saved us from the horrible world of stress, endless negotiation and financial anxiety associated with not being able to sell.
Thank you mystery people. We’re glad you like our house. We’re going to miss it a lot.
P.S. You had better be nice to our neighbours.
We made an offer on a house… The owners accepted… Settlement is in 40 days… PANIC!
In the meantime, here it is. Purdy lil’ thang, aint it!
Hmmm... Those rose bushes may have to go...
The kids love the look of it even more than we do. They’ve decided to call it, “The Cow House.”
Is it time to moooove in yet?
