The moving and the snow
Okay. It’s over. Wifey and I are officially homeowners. It feels kinda good with the escrow and the insurance and the fixing the tile and the energy efficient appliances. I think I’m gonna get a pair of white Reeboks and some dad jeans soon. Time to make a kid or two. I’ll need help with the lawn. I also should get a wheelbarrow. Homeowners have those, right?
We’ll probably move in next weekend, weather permitting. We already had to postpone the big move due to SNOMG2 and SNOMG3. Valentines weekend looks like a good one, for now – unless Baby Jesus wants to punish us with another 8-12 inches of panic powder. For now, I’m carting over boxes in my little Saturn Ion. So far, I’ve taken roughly 38 trips, leaving our rental house empty of small useful items like the pizza-cutter, DVD remote and the wife’s Lady Bic. But the coffee table and my collection of Oktoberfest beer steins are still here. And Wifey won’t let me unhook the surround sound until after next week’s LOST.
So this coming week will consist of packing my little car with candles and cookbooks and DVDs and high school yearbooks and transporting them to the new house, peppered with sporadic trips to Home Depot or Lowes for light bulbs or paint or electrical doo-dads or wheelbarrows. On Saturday, we move the big stuff no matter what – rain, snow, sleet or plague of locusts.
