With each passing day I’m learning more about our new home, and further despairing of ever finishing unpacking. At a certain point here I’m just going to start throwing little knitted doilies over everything and pretending that it’s part of the decor.
Fiddle-dee-dee! Set your drink over there on that stack of, um, art!
I did spend a couple of hours upstairs in the kids’ rooms unpacking the countless boxes of their stuff, today, and they expressed their thanks by rejoicing over the contents and then making a gigantic mess of all their refound stuff and pelting each other with toys until I told them to stop it before I put the two of them into a couple of boxes.
There are a few things about the new place that I’m really growing to love. Things that I didn’t have before.
The world’s quietest dishwasher. Sure, the rest of the house is falling down around us, but DAMN that’s a quiet dishwasher. It almost makes me less irritated about the fact that the owners TOOK THE SILVERWARE BASKET out of it (who does that?) when they left. It cleans well, but more importantly, you can barely hear it. Which is important, because the television is already going up against the seven billion frogs outside, each night.
The gazebo/casino. Actually, I love the entire deck. But the gazebo allows us to sit in relative comfort and watch our friendly neighborhood hawk swoop around the yard or the local deer come eat our plants. It’s also a nice place to sit and watch Otto charring animal products for our dinner.
Laundry on the same floor as the bedroom. It’s very handy, being the procrastinator that I am, to be able to just kick the laundry basket full of clean clothes over into my bedroom to be dealt with “later.” Before I had to carry it all the way up the stairs! Who has time for that?
The neighbors are actually friendly. About a week before I left New England, someone asked me if the Soandsos still lived next door to me. I had to admit that I had no idea. Because neighbors don’t talk to each other in the northern states. That would indicate weakness. (The people across the street brought us PIE and wave to us all the time. You KNOW how I feel about PIE.)
High-tech trash disposal. We have a garbage disposal AND a trash compactor. It’s like some futuristic land of ground-up, tightly packed refuse. Plus I no longer have to take recycling to the dump, because it gets picked up with the trash (what a concept).
Water AND ice in the door! Otto’s fridge has a water dispenser right in the door. So fancy. The children and I have all developed an addiction to crushed ice.
Of course, there are also things I’m missing.
Friends who call up and offer to take my children. When I type it out like that, it looks like I know people who were constantly removing my children from the premises for their own good, or something. But I mean the kinds of people who will call up and offer to just take them for a few hours to entertain THEIR kids, and then everyone’s happy. Right now, my kids pretty much spend every waking moment asking if they can go see if the kids across the street want to play. I had to explain that at 7:00 in the morning, it’s unlikely that such an invitation would be appreciated.
Knowing where to shop. If not for the GPS unit I wouldn’t be able to get ANYWHERE. With it, I’m doing okay. But I still don’t know the ins and outs of the area, like where one goes for the best deals on produce or shoes.
Being able to walk outside without becoming coated in sweat. Nuff said.
Having a skin regimen that works. Different climate, different skin needs. If you ask my skin, it says it needs to break out twelve times as much as it did at home. (Perhaps that’s related to the “coated in sweat” issue from above. Hmmm.)
That special little cord that allows me to connect my cell phone to my computer. Seriously, WHERE IS THAT THING? I cannot for the life of me find it. And it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but shortly after landing in Georgia my cell phone started freaking out with some sort of electrical issue, and I had to have it swapped out. The new phone doesn’t have my pictures or ring tones and I was okay with moving 1000 miles to a new house, but I draw the line at being without my Chickadee and Monkey background on my phone, dammit.