No, you’re not imaging things. I was too damn sore and tired to write posts for days Three and Four, and this should be a fairly short post.
Kitchen is usable. Dining room area is mostly set up, except for the missing china cabinet (to be delivered tomorrow), and all of the boxes strewn all over the place. We have a place for the grand piano set up. Half of the book cases are ready to go, I just need to unpack some of the books boxes and fill the shelves. The antique TV and stereo are in place and working. We’re not sure what to do with the leopard skin fainting couch yet. Tomorrow morning I have to get the frame set up for the guest bed, since the mattress and box spring for it are also being delivered, as is the entertainment center we’re not sure where to put.
There’s still a lot of unpacking to do, and organizing. It’s starting to feel more like home, but I’ll be happier when we have some of our art work upon the walls. To me, what really makes a house a home is putting a nail in a wall and hanging something there that’s yours. Jeffrey didn’t see it that way until we moved into the Tampa house. Once we had that first painting on the wall, though, he agreed that it was “home”.
So much to do, so little time.