Moved In

We moved in to the new house Wednesday. I spent most of yesterday getting things put up in the attic, breaking down boxes, getting rid of the dryer that was in the house when we bought it, clearing about half the garage so Caution-Lady could park Whitecar out of the weather. Got the computers hooked up and online.

Last night I got back to watching those Harry Houdini silents. I think Houdini looks a little like Mr. Monk. Interesting to watch the escapes, the early underwater footage. Puzzling the various tints used to represent I’m not sure what atmospheric conditions. The automaton in The Master Mystery looks like Gumby, only less sophisticated.

This morning I got up early, took a walk after coffee and oatmeal, finished cleaning the old house – swept the hardwood an linoleum floors, vacuumed the bonus room, cleaned the bathroom, got most of the kitchen cleaned before Caution-Lady and Seventy-Six stopped by with the dessert she’d made for the after-church lunch. She cleaned the refrigerator while Seventy-Six and I ran around in the now empty house. He seemed a little disoriented, and stood looking out the living room window at the back yard a couple of times. He clearly knew where he was, orienting himself by what he was used to seeing through the windows because the normal furniture and pictures were not in the rooms or on the walls.

April 2009, Seventy-Six looking out the living room window at our old house - he was supposed to have been retrieving the shoes he dropped behind the couch, but somehow got distracted

April 2009, Seventy-Six looking out the living room window at our old house - he was supposed to have been retrieving the shoes he dropped behind the couch, but somehow got distracted

Caution-Lady took a last walk through the house and came out looking saddened, not quite stricken, but emotional. It was in that house that we have spent most of our married life together, where we became parents, first heard ourselves called the infant language words, Mem-Mem and Da-Da, where our son took his first steps. I’ll go back once more, probably, and get some pictures of the empty house to go with the pictures of the house taken before we moved in. We’re leaving it a lot better than we found it; a good house for us, and we’ve been grateful for it.

I won’t miss the pears falling from the tree in the back yard.

A profusion of these flowering vines now covers a sort of 'decorative' wire fence behind the bricked area behind the old house.  Last year, they bloomed in September.  They're a little early this year.  I will miss them.

A profusion of these flowering vines now covers a sort of 'decorative' wire fence behind the bricked area behind the old house. Last year, they bloomed in September. They're a little early this year. I will miss them.

I went to church by myself, then to lunch with the congregation afterward and overate. Really enjoyed being back after an absence of two or three week.

Then home briefly and off again to the office to work a couple of hours.

Home about six and took Seventy-Six for about a mile’s walk in his stroller, then shot baskets with him in the driveway. He’d already eaten, and I skipped supper, still full from lunch.

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4 thoughts on “Moved In

  1. Chris,
    Your directions, at recycling, to find you through
    Blue Bell Island and Elk River, worked on my third semi-web-literate attempt. So far your right-wing notions have appeared only obliquely in a bit of sneer at Cousin Al’s invention.
    Meanwhile, Godspeed through Wednesday. Know that prayers are already on you. Watch out. They have a habit of being answered!

    • Thank you, Don.

      The hour or so spent in conversation with you yesterday was among the most interesting and profitable, to use Pauline term, that I can recall.

      It is good to share Christ.

      Peace be with you

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