Update from the kitchen counter

We're in. So are most of our dishes, the speakers and receiver tuned to 103.7 fm, towels, sheets, 99% of my books, and every single piece of sparkly stemware in my possession. What we don't yet have: anywhere to sit, blinds and a refrigerator. I think we're doing pretty well.

I took today off to "play house" as my coworkers put it. I woke up this morning with a very irate knee as I spent all last night painting two bedrooms and not particularly worrying about squatting and bending and standing on my tippy toes to reach the high corners. At this point I think I sprained it (can you sprain a knee?) much like I sprained my ankle last fall wearing heels (again with the heels!) and my jaw (my jaw!) on a crusty ham sandwich a few weeks ago. Sad, huh?  I need to be sucking down some of that gelatin stuff we used to feed the old ladies when I worked at the nursing home. Anyway, I know I need to be lounging around in bed with my leg propped on a pillow and a bag of frozen ravioli perched on top of my knee and maybe reading the new InStyle (Katie Holmes is "single in the city"? I think not!)

Okay, so maybe I lounged around for a bit. Then I watched the season finales of Everwood and Gilmore Girls while I packed the dishes. Everwood! How I adore thee Dr. Abbott. All the tears! And more tears when TiVo decided to cut off Gilmore Girls about 30 seconds too soon. Apparently TiVo was unaware that someone was going to ask someone to marry them! I immediately called my sister for the lowdown on the last 30 seconds and dude, it was Lorelai asking Luke! I know! Awesome! So not a bad way to spend the morning, right?

(Dear 103.7 The Mountain: What is with the moany weepy Dead Can Dance? I don't care of it's "The Chill Side Of The Mountain". This stuff is creepy.)

So then I called up Neighbor and was all "Hey come help me take the tape off my painted walls" and she was all "That would be the Most Fun Thing in the world!" or maybe she was just thinking it would be more fun than studying for her pharmacist boards. Who knows. But if you need someone to expertly strip the painter's tape off your just-painted walls, Neighbor is a rockstar. We only took the tape off in one room because the other room- the room that the BOYS painted- is streaky and uneven and someone needs to redo that high corner because he's the only one who can reach. We painted the guest bedroom a pale sunny yellow and one wall in the master bedroom a pale green, aka "Yellow Bliss" and "Aloe Vera". (Paint names are almost as much fun as lipstick names.)

Neighbor also helped me put away the sparkly stemware and offered some sage advice on storing appliances and large kitcheny things like woks and giant spaghetti bowls. Everyone needs a Neighbor when they move, especially because you can totally talk her into a greasy fast food lunch and then some shopping afterwards. I was supposed to be shopping for blinds (which I did- 75% off at J.C. Penney!) but Ann Taylor was just down the way and oh, maybe we'll look at shoes at Macy's and what about that bridal shower gift and does the Gap have pants on sale? We were just looking. And then I went to Target to buy the practical items: cleaning supplies, dust mop, Target brand hand soap.

Isn't this the most exciting post ever? I'm leaving out the parts about almost getting into a car accident and never being able to turn left and the bizarro weather and the parts where I had to put both feet on each step. So boring.

But the point: I am in my house. Which is mine. The plants outside? Mine. The crap all over the kitchen counters? Mine. The bare empty living room floor? Mine.

Phillip is rewiring the house. Honest. Okay, I don't know exactly what he's doing, but he's marching purposefully around with fistfuls of wires and little plastic thingies to put on the ends. He says it's for "data". I think that means internet. Right? After he set up the wireless thing in the kitchen, I stopped caring. I have gone an entire day without email. Without a panic attack. In fact, this whole moving process has been devoid of panic attacks whatsoever. AMAZING!

The Chill Side of the Mountain just got all drum solo and ethnic on me. It's time to move the vases from the shelf in the kitchen to the shelf in the living room, because there's nothing more fun than rearranging all your pretty things. In your OWN HOUSE.

Comments

[lee]

and now that you have your own house, you need to have your very own housewarming bbq!

i am thinking you can invite Neighbor and Mr. Neighbor so we can have some kalbi, i can rock the cheeseburgers, etc.

[ie]

Gee, do you even get comments to really old posts? Hmm.

Well I'm enjoying myself going through your archives (hehe) and just wanted to say

WAAH I miss 103.7 The Mountain!

I lived in Tacoma for 10 years, then moved to CA in '99 and now I'm in Las Vegas and there are no such cool radio stations here. Boo.

And while I'm typing this comment that may very well end up in the great ether, I think I got a pumpkin chocolate chip bar recipe from your site and they Rock! Thanks!