So, there’s no couponing post today, because we didn’t go grocery shopping… Crazy, I know. But this weekend was so swamped, Sunday morning came around, the new apartment looked like a hoarder’s home and we just couldn’t bring ourselves to do something that required so much structure and planning… so we didn’t.
Let me give you a rundown of this weekend, or, as I’m calling it: Exhaustion Fest 2011.
Friday morning, I woke up with Earl (he had to work), made breakfast, and saw Earl off, and then sat down to wait (Luckily Connie was there to talk with as I ate my breakfast and sat, biding my time). At 9 am, both the apartment office and the State Farm office in the building opened, so I headed downstairs and stopped in to pick up the new Rental Insurance Policy info, and then headed to the office. Signing the transfer paperwork went like a breeze, and the assistant manager gave me the keys as we talked about the(now former) gun-toting neighbor. Neither he nor I can really get our head around what he was doing.
I took down two loads of stuff on these nifty carts we got to borrow from work – they are a life saver when you’re moving lots of stuff a rather short distance – and then Earl’s mom got there to help. And over the next 2 hours, we got the entire bathroom moved, most of the kitchen, all of our paintings and a large number of miscellaneous boxes taken down (Including my four huge boxes of books).
And I took Lucy down to get acclimated. (She seems to like the place so far…)
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| She's turned into a grey smudge that will match the floor! |
Then, we went to lunch at Centurion, where we both had flat breads and shared a saffron shrimp risotto. When all was said and done, Eric gave us both a truffle… which was delicious. (He made them for the wine dinner they were having on Sunday night).
Then it was time for her to leave and go take care of her mother.
At this point I used a piece of EMT we had left over from our curtain rods. I attached some feet to the ends and became a walking wardrobe. It is nice to be able to move clothes without taking them off the hanger.
Natalie and Dave came up and helped me for an hour after that, but their weeks had been so stress full, they both looked like they were ready to pass out.
And then, Earl came home and stuff got done!
At this point I was pretty close to the point of exhaustion, my knees were trying to start a coup, and while my calves were considering joining up, they were trying their hardest to oppose anything my feet were for. But Earl was there to do all the heavy lifting for the night and we got a lot moved down.
One of the couches, All of our rugs, the bar, and 4 of the 7 bookshelves.
And if you know me… you know that my priorities, this was the first thing up:
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| Sorry about the bluzzy Cellphone Picture |
And then, Saturday morning came around and we had three helpers, Natalie and Dave and Morgan. By the time everything was said and done… the down stairs looked like a hoarder had taken up residence, and the upstairs looked like… well, I’m not quite sure, but it was a mess.
So we went down stairs to Portland’s for dinner and a few beers (I drank pear cider – because I cannot stand the taste of actual beer) and I went upstairs and promptly passed out.
Sunday morning, we went up stairs, loaded up the last of the stuff we needed to get out (leaving only the cleaning and painting supplies behind.
With everything spackled and sanded and most things swept and dusted, we took a break to refuel.
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| Yes, that is covered in hollendaise sauce |
Earl had an andouille, Irish cheddar, caramelized onion omelet, and I had a goat cheese waffle (not pictured – sorry, I saw it and just dove in).
After breakfast, we went to the office picked up the paint and got to covering up the spacklage and finishing the cleaning.
And then, we went down stairs, spend some time with our dog…. And went to look at a couch, but that’s a story for another day….
And the good news is... the only thing broken were my nails!
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| Lucy doing her "sad dog on pillow" face |
What about you? What did you do while I was moving?
