Well, not that it was needed, but yesterday was irrefutable proof that our spring chicken days are long behind us. It's all well and good to laugh about buying 10 new-to-us books at the start of a move, but when hauling boxes, bags, and backpacks full of books down two flights of stairs over and over again, things get real. The yarn was easier--place in bin bags, stand at the top of the stairs, give the bag a push and watch it tumble down. Whether easy or less so, yarn, books, and almost everything else is now residing at the cottage, where all is chaos. I did get the boxes and bags of kitchen stuff into the new kitchen. Most plants are in a windowsill. The rest is in one of the bedrooms waiting to be sorted and put away. There's a little bit left here with us in our soon-to-be-vacated apartment. We'll go back to the new place for a few days in the week ahead to start getting things put away and organized. One bedroom is having a window replaced--not sure exactly when--so I'm trying to keep the area around that clear. I'm looking forward to being there, but we'll have to be here in the apartment for a few days too because we have appointments to attend. But the end of June will bring with it the end of our time in this town. I don't anticipate being back.
In spite of the seemingly endless trips up and down the stairs yesterday, it was a nice day. In between the stairs, loading, and unloading, we had cups of tea and a visit to a bakery/cafe. The time spent with friends made it seem less like work. We shared a lot of laughs. We sat at our large kitchen table and I refilled tea mugs while our friend cut slices of really delicious apple pie. I was reminded of how fortunate I am to live where and how I do and to have wonderful people in my life.
Nevertheless, by the end of the long day we were wiped out. I dragged myself to bed just after 10 and fell asleep at once. This is extremely rare for me and usually involves being unwell. I woke up at 2:30 feeling disoriented and somewhat confused until I got my bearings--that's more my go-to-sleep time than my waking time. I couldn't fall back to sleep for a couple of hours, but eventually I did. Today we're stiff and feeling some aches and pains, but it feels good to have most of our stuff in the new place. We took today off and tomorrow we'll get some stuff done inside while it lashes down rain outside.
10 comments:
Sounds like it’s all coming together, Shari, as of course it will. And the books are worth the effort. When you are settled in and have time to read you will be happy that they are there to keep you company. Soon all will be tranquil and you will be back into your normal routine. All the best - David
My two sons, daughter in law, and I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday and I can't believe none of us bought a book! That has never happened before!
Moving is never easy and always a lot of work. I hope today your body got a bit of rest and the aches and pains subsided. Good luck with the rest of your move.
The title of your post 'Chaotic Cottage' made me smile.
Happy moving, settling in and recovering.
Always make sure the kettle is full, I always find that a cuppa is so reviving.
Sending good wishes to you and Bill.
All the best Jan
Now that they're there, I'm very happy indeed, David :-) I'm looking forward to getting things in order and settling in!
Wow! That's some willpower :-)
Thanks, Erika! I feel like I could sleep for days. It'll be worth it in the end :-)
Thanks, Jan--it's going to be quite a task to get things sorted, but we'll get there. I was struck by how lovely it was, amidst the chaos, to sit at the table with friends on a day that was alternating sunshine and lashing down rain, sip tea and have a chat. 'Reviving' is the perfect way to describe it. :-)
Moving is rugged at any age and the older we get the harder it becomes. I say three cheers to you two. I suspect I might have the same book issue if I don't start taking action soon! Well done. Enjoy your last days in the old place, get that back in shape again and then on to settling.
Thanks, Jeanie!
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