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While I, rationally, know I got a lot done at the apartment yesterday, I'm not as far along as I want to be. I know that all I need to really worry about is picking up and making room and pathways so that on Saturday me and the other furniture lifters can get said furniture out the door and into the truck. I'd still like to see it almost completely empty. Not going to happen. I know people will be coming this weekend that could help pack up stuff, but it's tough to let them. Mainly because a lot of the little stuff is really me going "keep or toss". And to do that I have to see the item.
Oh well. Tonight after work I'll head back over, pack up the computer and do more picking up. I'll try ti finish packing up my books so that I can have help lifting the boxes. Also need to get the garbage to the curb tonight there. I think getting all the bags of garbage out will help with the "visual" sense of acomplishment.
Last night after dinner I got more laundry done. That is one project that will be on going for quite a while.
Also got the curtains for the master bedroom preped and hung. Prepping entailed sewing drapery pleaters onto them. They originally had tabs for hanging on a standard rod. But the rods in the bedroom are the kind that you pull a string and the curtains pull back along a carrier channel, pull the string another way and they close. Without the pleater tape it would have been next to impossible to hang, or at least stupid looking. Also got the valances ready. If I get home tonight at a decent time I will hang the valences up.
But the really cool thing I did last night was something I haven't done on the 4th since just after my sister was born. Around 9:30 I headed up to the master bedroom, climbed out the window, walked along the roof of the florida room, up the roof of the living room and up to the very top and sat. I watched the fireworks. When we first moved into that house my family and some of the neighborhood kids would go up on our roof and watch the fireworks. Back then we could see all around. Now, 28 years later, the trees are taller so I couldn't see all of them but I got to see the ones at the University of Buffalo, Niawanda Park and some over in the direction of Kenmore. There were a bunch that were set off locally by bunches of people in the neighborhood. I wasn't too thrilled about that. I don't like the banging/exploding sound that fireworks make. I like the pretty colors and seeing them from a distance on my roof from miles away is good. One street over is too close for me.
The cats are starting to adjust to the Doma. Tzar us still looking around for Mom. Talia gives me the "something is missing, momma" look. Alex emerged from her hidey spot about 11:30 last night and looked around the house some. She too was like "huh?".
Because we didn't get the bed moved over yesterday I crashed out on the couch in the family room. I don't mind. It's a comfy couch. The cats were the ones who minded. There just isn't room for me and three cats on the couch. I moved over a little and Alex snuggled in her spot for about 10 minutes until I had to move and she was forced to get down.
Got up this morning, managed to not only make lunch but start another load of laundry.
But now at work. Back to the grind.
In the immortal words of Diana Ross...
I will survive.
Oh well. Tonight after work I'll head back over, pack up the computer and do more picking up. I'll try ti finish packing up my books so that I can have help lifting the boxes. Also need to get the garbage to the curb tonight there. I think getting all the bags of garbage out will help with the "visual" sense of acomplishment.
Last night after dinner I got more laundry done. That is one project that will be on going for quite a while.
Also got the curtains for the master bedroom preped and hung. Prepping entailed sewing drapery pleaters onto them. They originally had tabs for hanging on a standard rod. But the rods in the bedroom are the kind that you pull a string and the curtains pull back along a carrier channel, pull the string another way and they close. Without the pleater tape it would have been next to impossible to hang, or at least stupid looking. Also got the valances ready. If I get home tonight at a decent time I will hang the valences up.
But the really cool thing I did last night was something I haven't done on the 4th since just after my sister was born. Around 9:30 I headed up to the master bedroom, climbed out the window, walked along the roof of the florida room, up the roof of the living room and up to the very top and sat. I watched the fireworks. When we first moved into that house my family and some of the neighborhood kids would go up on our roof and watch the fireworks. Back then we could see all around. Now, 28 years later, the trees are taller so I couldn't see all of them but I got to see the ones at the University of Buffalo, Niawanda Park and some over in the direction of Kenmore. There were a bunch that were set off locally by bunches of people in the neighborhood. I wasn't too thrilled about that. I don't like the banging/exploding sound that fireworks make. I like the pretty colors and seeing them from a distance on my roof from miles away is good. One street over is too close for me.
The cats are starting to adjust to the Doma. Tzar us still looking around for Mom. Talia gives me the "something is missing, momma" look. Alex emerged from her hidey spot about 11:30 last night and looked around the house some. She too was like "huh?".
Because we didn't get the bed moved over yesterday I crashed out on the couch in the family room. I don't mind. It's a comfy couch. The cats were the ones who minded. There just isn't room for me and three cats on the couch. I moved over a little and Alex snuggled in her spot for about 10 minutes until I had to move and she was forced to get down.
Got up this morning, managed to not only make lunch but start another load of laundry.
But now at work. Back to the grind.
In the immortal words of Diana Ross...
I will survive.
