Moving....Day 7

I'm already at that point where there's a certain amount of joy over a broken glass...it means I don't have to find a place to put it! We have more total space at this new "house" (hereinafter referred to as "compound") than at Beech Tree Lane, but it's all in such different places. NONE of the additional square footage is in the kitchen cabinets - in either of the THREE kitchens.

Well, actually, the kitchen in the "apartment" doesn't count because Mom and Dad will fill those cabinets on November 4. But there is a full kitchen in my new digs in the efficiency apartment (to be called "the studio") in the walkout basement. I get six hundred square feet of office, kitchen, bath and laundry room. How did I wind up with the laundry room, anyway? But about that kitchen down there...

There's only one small cabinet, but there's this nook where bunches of shelves can hold the overflow from the upstairs kitchen. Here's my strategy: whatever won't fit in the upstairs kitchen, I'll take to the studio kitchen shelves. Mom keeps talking about throwing this big garage sale party in the spring, when we both know what we need here, and what we don't. I figure I'll shelve all these extras until April and then I'll survey the shelves for dust. Whatever has a measurable five months of covering goes in the garage sale!

Jameson and Carly, the two local grand-rugrats, are coming for their first sleep-over Friday night. We'll go down to the studio and I'll pop in some DVD's on heavy equipment, or cooking, or whales - all very popular with J & C. Jameson will watch and provide play-by-play while Carly hands me stuff for the shelves.

This morning I looked out the picture window to the back yard; that's become my first-thing habit already. The porch (or is it a deck?) is finished on Mom and Dad's apartment. I'm imagining Mom watering geraniums and petunias and begonias. I can just see Daddy making a slow but determined descent to his garden.

This is all worth it.