We're finally in our new house! Well, sorta. We've got a bunch of our stuff in there and we've spent a couple of nights there but we've still got a lot more to move and my daughter's still going to school near my parent's house for this week... And the painting. Painting the three bedrooms like we planned has turned out to be more work than we thought. Very expensive and very time-consuming. But it's kinda fun too. I like painting... especially with the long-handled roller. Painting the little corners in the closets, on the ceiling, on a step-stool... that's not really great, but everything else is pretty neat.
It's great to have our own house. I've been walking around looking at all the neat (and not so neat) things that the older lady previously living there left around. There's paint and wood and windows and a box full of golf balls and brushes and curtains and wine bottles (empty) and all sorts of little odds and ends. I'll have to go through it and sort it and categorize it (being an eternal librarian) before I eventually (being a reforming pack rat) throw it all away (being an occasional clean-freak) without doing anything with it (being an ambitious procrastinator).
Oh, and I like that show "House" starring that guy who played Stuart Little's father. Damn. What a range.