Settling in...

Now that the boxes are put away, the decorations are hung on the wall, and the furniture where it should be, we are finally starting to settle in. 

I have been trying to get back into a walking routine.  It should be easy as I have some really great walking paths close by. I also went to a Zumba class at the high school.  They have 4 classes each week in the evenings. Two days are Zumba and I am not sure what they are doing the other two days but I intend to find out.  I can't use distance as an excuse not to go as the high school is a block away.  I could walk if I weren't a sissy afraid of walking alone at night. 


Picture from a morning walk last week.

I haven't taken pictures of the new place but I did get some pictures of my new sofa.  It is a tad shorter than most sofa's which is good because we don't have a ton of space.  I am hoping to get the matching loveseat before the end of the year. 

I am not a big fan of the pillows it came with.  Maybe I can find some that match the quilt I throw over the back.



This is how it normally looks.

 I have get to go back to work tomorrow.  After 9 work days off, I really, really don't wanna.  It will be good though to get back into a good routine.  If you haven't noticed - I really like routine in my life.  At least when it comes to work and exercise.  For me, it makes the things I don't want to do a little easier to get through.

Now that things are settling down a bit, I hope to get back to blogging on a regular basis.

The last box...

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. 

On the Move

So there are a lot of things happening around here.  On Tuesday, I can start moving into my new townhouse.  I have been gathering up all of the odds and ends of my life here at Grandma's and am getting excited to dig out the rest from the storage unit.

I bought a brand spanking new sofa.  I nixed the $59 delivery fee and will pick it up on Tuesday.  This is the first sofa I have picked out and bought myself.  When I was married my ex bought me a sofa and love seat for an anniversary gift.  I liked them enough but was a little bugged that I didn't get to pick them out.  My last sofa was a hand me down.  I am almost as excited about the sofa as I am about the move.  

To add yet another level of excitement to the upcoming week, I only have to work on Monday then I am off until the 14th. Almost two full weeks of paid vacation.  I am going to need it. 

Not only am I moving, Grandma is moving as well.  We have found an assisted living facility that I think she will really enjoy.  It is very homey, she will have a suite with living room, kitchenette, full bathroom, and bedroom.  She can take her own furniture and make it into her new "home".   The weekend has been busy with her picking out what she will be taking and me packing my own stuff.

If I don't post this week at least it won't be out of laziness. 

Hope all of you have a great week.

Gnats

Again my ability to think up creative titles astounds me.  I have a little, teeny, tiny, flying dilemma.  As the creative title suggests, it would be gnats. 

How on earth do I get rid of them?  I believe they are coming from the fern.  I spray the leaves, soil, and little water catcher on the bottom at least once a week with a houseplant bug killer BUT THEY WON"T GO AWAY. 

We re potted the fern in June, nearly killed it, and I have been babying it along.  In the past month or so it has come out of its near death experience and Grandma wants me to take it with me.  I do not want the gnats coming along for the ride.  Will repotting again help?  How about a new pot without the water catcher thingy on the bottom?

I apologize that after being MIA, I write this pitiful gnatty post.  When life slows done a tad, hopefully, I will be able to come up with something more substantive.

Why I Almost Cried at Lowe's

My Mom works at Lowe's and today I needed to drop something off to her.  As I was walking down an aisle with her, I found these project aprons and had to buy one.  I think it was just under $3 with $.60 going to support breast cancer research, etc.

But that isn't why I nearly cried.  After I picked it up, my Mom told me about the lady that lives behind them.  My parents don't know the couple that well but through the church grapevine, they found out that the wife has breast cancer and has recently had a double mastectomy.  They have two small boys and have asked that not many people come visit because, at the time, they had not told their boys.  If you look out my parents kitchen window, you can see into the neighbors back yard.  My parents aren't nosy, so don't think they spy on their neighbors.  Lately, they have noticed the small family in their backyard taking a lot pictures of the mom with her boys.  The other day while my Dad was washing dishes her saw the husband shaving his wife's head.  After hearing this my eyes welled up but I sucked it up.  I was in Lowe's after all.  Then my Mom told me that as my Dad was relating to story to her, he teared up. I think I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen my Dad cry.  If he cries, then I cry.  So of course, my eyes welled up again but I managed not to break down in the middle of Lowe's. 

I have been thinking about this family all day.  I know that all I can do is pray for them and I ask all of you to include this family in your prayers tonight.