making progress

We went to the Cotton Bottom for dinner Friday night (partly because although we've been in the house since 2/8, we still don't have a fridge; and partly because Friday = Date Night), to discuss Important Things: should we ski this weekend or should we make a big push on the house.  And despite not having been skiing in, like, forever, we decided to work on the house.

The book room (am dreading sorting into bookcases)

Saturday was again dry and sunny, so we did our last run to our storage units that morning, with a side trip for breakfast at The Other Place.  We also had a slight detour because when we came out after breakfast, one of the truck's rear tires was completely flat.  We changed it with with the unsolicited help of a passing-by Good Samaritan who had a better jack than we did, and then continued on our way.

The Olympics are a terrible distraction

We also met our next door neighbor who was wasit-deep in his yard replacing a leaky sprinkler head.  Like our across the street neighbors, he and his wife have been in the neighborhood for 20+ years.  He offered to help move stuff in but didn't press when we politely declined.

Not sure what to put on that giant yellow wall

B was sort of a nervous wreck since both H and I keep walking from room to room, not staying put like we usually do when we're home.  For a while she was lying at the top of the stairs so she could keep an eye on H (in the t.v. room) and keep track of me (down in the basement).  By the time we stop for the evening, she pretty much crashes, exhausted.

More in the cupboards, less on the island

The weekend sure flew by what with the moving and unpacking and putting away.  All our stuff is now here and by Sunday afternoon all the boxes were unpacked and broken down.  I'm not saying that everything is put away yet, but we have made monster progress.  We even took the time to price fridges and washers & dryers, finally purchasing some this afternoon.  For as big as the kitchen is, the space for the refrigerator is not generous; we weren't able to get the fridge I really wanted, but heck - anything's better than what we've got now, which is the steps into the garage.

Now that's a stack of boxes

It was absolutely the right decision, working on the house, although it was a bit of a struggle seeing the snow falling steadily up in the canyons.  But since we've gotten so much done already, that really frees us up to play a bit in the weekends to come.