or almost last box, was put in the attic today. I have one of those attics with the fold down ladder, it is so cool (according to my nephew). Anyway, the last few boxes were put in the attic, stuff was hung on the walls and after a week of unpacking and organizing, the new place is starting to feel like home.
I need to do some rearranging in my bedroom (why does the bedroom get done last?) but that is about it. I may actually have ONE day of my nine days off of work where I am not unpacking, decorating, washing, or laundering.
While at the post office yesterday, getting my mail box key, I was treated to a dose of postal humor. I grew up in this town and the post office used to be right downtown. For some reason, I always think it was moved into the city office buildings. Nope. It was moved across the street from the hospital. The humor of this didn't hit me until I was talking to the postal worker behind the counter about my troubles finding the post office. With the barest hint of a smile, he said to me, "Now we're by the hospital. Makes a short trip if we have a troubled employee." Hilarious. At least to me.
Keeping this short but will post more about the move and new place soon.