on the flipside

We. Have. Arrived.
It's been two weeks since moving day, and although there is still plenty of unpacking to be done, the house is in a pleasantly liveable state.

I've been trying to get back on the blogging horse for a few days now putting together a massive post full of photos of the house, but I can see it is a task that is big enough to keep me from doing anything at all. SO how 'bout a mini-tour over the next couple of posts, eh? Want a peek?

Here's a tiny bit of my kitchen...

My BrightFuckingOrangeKitchen. Which I am totally in love with. Besides being so vibrant, it is open to the diningroom and most of livingroom, so I don't feel isolated when I am cooking. The kitchen in the old house was totally closed off to the rest of the house, which was great for hiding a mess, but I do much better when I am forced to clean up because it is visible, and when I dont have to be alone while doing it. In the old kitchen, even if someond did want to keep me company, there was no place for them to sit or even stand without getting in the way. Cooking and cleanin up had become a punishmnet. Like being on detention or something. I didn't enjoy cooking, and it all explains why the dishes would pile up, too.

Not in this house, though. Now I can clean up after cooking and be talking to people or be watching tv or listening to music. Of course, the new house has this sweet little baby, which aint hurtin' any:

yes, that is me taking a picture of myself kissing my dishwasher. I wonder how long it will be before my neighbors find out what a loon I am

Soon there will be a breakfast bar installed attached to the main kitchen counter, and then folks can sit and hang out and visit and eat while I cook.

This house is built for entertaining. WHEEEE!! (come on over. anytime. seriously. take me up on it. this is the first time in a long time that I would actually not dread surprise visits.)

The kitchen is already organized to the point of amazing efficiency, and I will show you some of that soon, as well as tell you a bit about how it got that way...because yes, it IS just that interesting how it got that way.

More soon, but today is the day I upack THE YARN!

smoke signal

Moving day is (finally) here. It's happening this Friday.

just a portion of the wall o' box

Yes, I am moving on a Friday the 13th.

No, I do not think it is a bad omen (besides, the first full day in the new house is a new moon, which in my mind trumps that).

Yes, it has literally taken me this many weeks to both pack up the old house and also get the new house ready. I am frustrated that this whole packing process, plus dealing with multiple contractors at the new place, has sucked the life out of me...and I am bummed that it and kept me away from my blog (not only mine, but yours, too). There is no way in hell I would have gotten everything done if I was distracted by the warm fuzzy glow of my favorite screen, though.

Thanks soooo much to all who emailed or posted to ask me how I am doing.
I am doing fine.
I cannot, however, say the same for the cat:

clearly there have been a few occasions where it has been every "man" for himself

I cannot wait to be out of the old house and into the new one. You can't get me out of here soon enough. Occasional little outings in the new neighborhood have been the only thing that has saved me from....ohhhh....putting a bag over my head.

sound advice from Dell's packaging dept.

I have plenty to look forward to. Look at my new hood...

taken about 15 minutes north of my new place...I took the shot from the passenger seat while the car was moving....I didn't even notice the bunnies until just now!

one really great burger joint sitting on a quiet stretch of
river

Just a few more days and the dust will settle (yay!! no more dust bunnies!!...just real ones)....

and then I'll be back ;-)