EVERYTHING IS A MESS!
However, we made it to 3675 yesterday.
Our trusted friends at Got 2 Move (fourth time using them) got us in on time and on budget, under the direction to basically just vomit all our possessions into a pile in the middle of the living room.
Meanwhile, under the house, Randy, Travis, and Kyle were epoxying the foundation for the seismic retrofit. When the vomiting ceased upstairs and the Got 2 Move boys were paid and on their way, we all clocked out and went down to The Oaks Card Club for a good, hearty lunch, courtesy of Randy (I kind of want him to adopt me but I don’t know how to ask…).
My grandfather, by the way, would FREAKIN’ LOVE THE OAKS. I’ve been wanting to go in there for ages and it nearly brought a tear to my eye, the place was sooo Sam Spade…
Even though I suggested we hang around The Oaks for the rest of the day watching the Texas Hold ’em tournament with Randy and Travis and drinking beer, alas — we sent the Giannis home to Santa Rosa and went back to 3675 to unpack part of our heaping pile of crap. I don’t know HOW that happened.
By nightfall, though, we had made a little dent. And we got a little more company, when Marlene stopped by with beer and snacks. We entertained our first true guest in our evolving living room, eating spicy guacamole and talking about raising fruit trees and raising puppies and all the stuff we’re going to do together in the Easy Bay now that we’re neighbors.
We slept in our guest room, because there are still holes in our bedroom wall, but when I woke up this morning I was surprised to find that we did get a decent amount done yesterday…
I can maintain this feeling as long as I don’t look in this direction:
I’m fired up, though. We’ll be back at it tonight and every night, as long as it takes (which will probably be forever, since we’re homeowners now).
And by “we,” I mean me and Trent. Sam is a lazy good-for-nothing puppy loafer. He’s lucky we let him come along.