Who moves in the middle of November? Ka-razy!
Every day I do a little wrapping, a little baking, and a little rearranging of our household goods. Still trying to decide on where to place a few miscellaneous tables, lamps, and assorted keepsakes. Still need to buy a few things and still need to hang more pictures, but Rome wasn't built in a day and neither was this house. I figure if it took fourteen months to get here I can give myself two or three to organize.
Painters come tomorrow and I will be so happy to say goodbye to all the blue tape. For those not in the know, when you move into a brand new house you slap a piece of blue tape everywhere there's a ding-scuff-oops-mark of any kind and then the painter knows right where to go with his brush. Let's just say hubs has a super keen eye and there is mucho blue tape round here.
Somebody will also be here tomorrow to replace my laundry room counter top because they originally cut the counter out of the material meant for my garage counter and put my laundry room material in the garage. Bother.
Note to self-clear off laundry counter. Also-do laundry.
Somebody is also supposed to come jiggle something or other in the icemaker downstairs so it doesn't sound like a jackhammer running. We've never had a stand alone ice maker before, but I'm pretty sure that's not how they're supposed to sound.
And somebody is supposed to come replace a thing-y in our indoor fireplace and that's all I know about that. Except not to turn it on until they've been here. That's important.
While all the nonsense is happening on the home front I'll be getting a hair cut. I could not have timed the appointment any better if I'd tried. Hubs will be here managing things and I will be catching up with my stylist while she works her magic on my hair.
This girl gets here tomorrow too-
Okay so she's really more this girl now-
But in my mind she's always that girl.
Last night hubs and I watched The Sound of Music. It was playing on TV and kind of made my heart ache for little girls in the house.
Little girls who grab clothes from the dress up box and act out the 'So-long, farewell' routine with their parents as audience.
Little girls who giggle and snuggle and burrow their way into one another's hearts as only sisters can.
Little girls who haven't spent a Christmas apart in twenty six years, but who will adult like the bosses they are from either side of the country come December 25th.
Miles apart, but close in heart we'll ponder that long ago silent night. We'll welcome the day that love came down...
...and give thanks for the ties that bind.