Moving, Part III

It’s Sunday afternoon (Hallowe’en) and I’m about to take a nap. The past week has been overwhelming. Yesterday especially. When I wrote, Friday evening, that I didn’t think everything was going to fit in the truck, I had no idea how much “everything” was…. But at 10pm last night we left our apartment forever. Richard drove away from my parents’ place in the Cove at dawn this morning, the truck packed to the limit and our mattress scrunched on the roof rack in a grey tarp, which Richard’s mom likened to duct tape – it does look a bit like a gigantic Red Green experiment. Colour-matched to the truck, too. He’ll have quite a job in Pritchard, getting everything unpacked this afternoon by himself. The Olsen twins and my family helped out Saturday afternoon, packing the majority of stuff in the truck (more than once) and the essentials I’ll need for my last week in town into my dad’s van. The drive up next weekend is going to be yet another packing challenge; I may have to leave several of my plants behind for now. But there’s nowhere to put them all yet anyway. Too much construction going on. The mouse-hunt, in particular. As my computer is about to arrive in Pritchard, I’m not able to post the last round of pictures, so you’ll have to wait until my first week at Poplar Road to see what Richard has been up to with the renovations. My office has no floor yet (the plywood is still in the truck, now underneath the last of our belongings) so it may take me a while to settle in somewhere temporarily. I’m so looking forward to just being there, finally!


That’s All, Folks…

This is it, tonight is my last night at 3740 Albert Street. And it’s going to be a long one – I don’t plan on actually going to sleep, although I may pass out around 10am tomorrow if I get enough done tonight. How on earth I’m going to get everything – including a queen sized mattress and 8 boxes so far – packed up tightly enough to fit it all in the back of the truck (canopy, not camper) is beyond me. That’s Richard’s job. I’m going to be busy swabbing the deck. I had a wonderful lunch today at work, a “goodbye” party even though I’m at the office until Thursday next week, and I’m not leaving, exactly, just working from a lot farther away! Tomorrow night we go out with the family for Richard’s birthday, and I move in with my folks for a week. A few more days at the office, a few more nights to catch up with friends here, and then next Saturday I’m gone… off to Pritchard care of my parents who are coming up to see the house for the first time. Right now, I have to make dinner (using up as much of the perishables left in my fridge as possible – look out, Dagny, it’s mash for dinner) and Dag and I are going to hang out while I pack. And clean. And find my marbles, which I seem to have lost earlier this week. Aaaghh!!!! Might need to make that emergency call to Mom tomorrow morning, after all. So, off to the kitchen to cook my last meal before the dishes go in yet another box. Next time I write it will be on Mom’s computer, or in Pritchard on -shudder- Telus dial-up. It’s the big day already. Wish us luck!


Playing House, Part II

Here are the remaining photos from the long weekend renovations. I’ve been sick this week, so I’m behind… but now I can update you on what Richard has been doing all week. To sum up, here was the great room by dinnertime on Sunday the 10th, after we’d pulled up the carpeting, shoveled most of the underlay off the plywood, taken down the drapes, and peeled off the wallpaper border. In addition to the great room, we pulled up flooring in the master bedroom and ensuite bathroom (found a hint of ’70s red shag!), the stairwell to the basement, and the rec room and basement entryway. And last but not least, we found the source of the horrible stench, in the subfloor of the office (what was known as the sunken livingroom). We made a start in there as well…