Moving is Hell II

Jordie and Adam just pulled up with the rental truck. I did not go to the old house to load up, because my back has been very sore this week (perhaps moving that bookcase by myself last week was foolish) and my foot is incredibly painful...our friend Mike says it may be my tendon. It's been so painful sometimes this week that I can barely walk on it. Today, I keep sitting down and massaging my foot every so often, to try to prevent that pain. I felt as if I were ancient this week, hobbling around! So I stayed here and put some hooks up in the walk-in closet in our bedroom, put a bunch of stuff away, cleaned up, put in some laundry, etc. I found my sewing machine and am going to make the cushion covers for the bamboo chair.

But, I don't even dare look at what Jordie and Adam are unloading from the truck into our garage, because if I do, we are going to have a fight. I asked him to not, not, not bring a bunch of junk from the old garage over to our new house. And, of course, he has. Because, to him, it's not junk -- it's possibilities. I don't even want to see.

Jordie and our friend Gregg moved the great fridge (that Mom bought for me just a couple of years ago, when she inherited some money) from the old house to the new house, and moved the fridge from the new house to the old house. It was an ordeal, and I can't believe they did it. Had to take the doors off the fridge...quite a production. Gregg's good humor helped that situation a lot!

This house is wonderful, and it's so much fun to see what is coming up this spring! I'm going to post a beautiful photo taken from the window of the "Miriam" room (my office/guest room, where I have my collection of Miriam prints hanging).


View out the front of the house, onto Montclair Ave. Springtime! Most of the front yard is a garden, planted with perennials. I love the way it looks to come home to -- much prettier than lawn! And I love the way the front walk winds through the garden -- in a way that my friend Bonnie says is very good, feng shui-wise! That thought makes me smile every time I come home. And I love that dogwood!


Here I was, feeling crabby, and Abby just came in to say that dad wants to know where to put the stone bench. (It was in the backyard at my childhood home on Barth Avenue, and then at my parents' retirement house...then at the edge of the garden at Pumpkin Ridge...and now will be in the front yard someplace, in the garden here. I told Abby to tell dad to surprise me.) OK, he might have brought more stuff here than I wanted, but he did bring the stone bench for me, and the fridge, which was so much work...and I feel so awful, that I could not help haul today. And Adam and Abby have been real troopers, helping today. Especially Adam, because he is grown, and strong, and I feel so sorry for him, because he is still exhausted from just being finished with finals.

My back is really hurting. I'm going to lie flat for a while!