Moving Day Hoarders Edition

12 October 2015

Several posts are going to be coming at once. I wrote them, but the database files that make up The Blog was on a server that was kicking around the house waiting for DH to hook it up.

Seriously.  How did all this stuff fit into the townhouse?

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I’m going to be unpacking boxes forever.

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I’ve been reunited with my stash.

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Keaton has found his spot.

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A lot of unpacking has been done. A lot of tears have been shed.  I’ve been puttering around for days unpacking and finding just the right spots for everything.

The pantry took a whole day. Oh look, I have room for a few more pieces of Tupperware.

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I had help.

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We’re making progress. It took several days for us to realize that we are missing at least one box. Our flatware, cutlery, a cutting board, a pasta pot, and a large sauce pot never made an appearance. We think the box was stolen during one of the few times that the garage was open and unguarded. I spent a few more days shopping and replacing what we’ve lost.  Or at least what I remember that might have been in the box.

Welcome to the neighborhood.


A list for a Thursday

  1. Thursday is trash day.
  2. Every other Thursday is recycling trash day.
  3. David is super excited about recycling.
  4. We need to remember to take the cans out Wednesday night.
  5. We need to remember to bring the cans in right away so we don’t block the mailbox.
  6. The upstairs rooms on the south side of the house get very hot even on mild days.
  7. Turning the AC on to cool off these rooms will make the bathroom an icebox.
  8. The fire engine that lives nearby will cause the neighbor dogs to howl.
  9. Howling neighbor dogs causes Romeo to bark.
  10. So does the sound of the ice cubes being dumped by the ice maker.
  11. I am never going to be finished putting things away.


Moving – Day 3

4 October 2015

I am 9 years old. My family is packed into a yellow station wagon and we are driving away from our house in Redondo Beach towards a new life in Houston.

My best friend, Erin, is running after the car.

This is the scene that plays over and over in my head as I drive away from my town home where I have sheltered for the last 7 ½ years. I’m only going four blocks away. Far less than that first move. My beautiful new home that, as of yet, brings me no joy or peace beyond not being embarrassed to show it to my mother. Feelings of guilt over my extreme ingratitude wash over me. This does not drown out the overwhelming sorrow of leaving my beautiful little home.

It was so perfect. It was a heavenly mansion compared to my previous home even though it was smaller and had no land. It didn’t leak. It wasn’t broken down.  Everything, almost, worked the way it was supposed to. It was in good repair. It was safe. There was no shame. I fit in the neighborhood. I wasn’t part of the odd family that no one seemed to like. I wasn’t ignored. I was next door to my best friend. It was cute. Everything was just the way I liked. The white siding and the red brick reminded me so much of my parents’ first home in Houston where my sister now lives. It was mine. My safety, my sanity, my well-being were not at risk. I was surrounded by love, companionship and friendship.

It was just too small for a woman with three children who married a man with four children.

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Much like the one I was given when my family left Redondo Beach and moved to Houston, this reason was not sufficient to comfort a nine year old girl leaving her best friend.

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My beautiful townhouse. You served me and sheltered me well. Thank you. An even bigger thank you goes to my parents Kenn and Kaye Fawn who made it possible for me to get into it. Thank you Daddy and Mommy.


Moving – Days 1 & 2

2 October 2015

Before the stuff came there was peace and order. After the stuff came, not so much.

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Even though we’d been preparing since May, there was still a lot of packing, a lot of moving, a lot of cleaning, and a lot of pain.

I think it’s going rather well, don’t you?