Morgan (the cat) is soooo not amused by the boxes. She’s moved with me… TEN times in the 15 years we’ve been together. Wow. Ten times. Anyway, she knows what boxes mean. I don’t like them, either.
We’ve packed about 25 boxes. It took about an hour and a half, and we did almost all of the books, the breyer horse collection table cloths, napkins, and a few of the lanterns and candles. I also packed the craft supplies and knicknacks on the bookshelves. I spent all day avoiding doing anything, but when Rob came home he helped me get my bottom in gear. Then he went to play poker and I got sucked back into the couch. On Monday someone is going to come and give us an estimate for packing up what’s left to be packed, and moving everything. My laziness has a cost, but at least we’ll be able to move in spite of it.
I was hanging out with Miss E Monday, and I dragged her over to see the new place. We have floors, paint, molding, the correct appliances, toilets, fixtures, and cool recessed lights on dimmers. We also got highway daises in the front yard. I am not impressed, but I was planning on ripping it out, anyway. Soon I will post about my herb garden scheme. *evil cackle*
We locked our rate yesterday. It wasn’t anything special. Now to finish the loan and get the keys… and finish packing.