A windy sunrise this morning [Thursday--although my camera never immediately updates.]
It hasn't been helpful to have the time change occur in the middle [muddle!] of shuffling from one abode to the other.
We have been sleeping in the house for a week, although the electricity wasn't turned on until Tuesday. At present there are several lights not 'on' which the electrician has agreed to fix.
The kitchen is installed. SIL Matt has ordered the materials for the counter-tops which he will make at his work place.
One corner cupboard didn't meet my expectations, but our innovative family carpenters made it work.
I have been shuntering between the camper and the house, lugging boxes, baskets and such, clearing the fridge in the camper.
We are still using the clothes dryer in its temporary location in the shed. After many trips up and down the lane I succumbed to using the car to convey laundry and other loads.
We have become weary, snappish.
Our sleeping habits have evolved to a point where we keep each other awake more often than not when we share a bedroom. The solution has been to plan 'side-by-side' rooms--close enough for 'companionship' but giving each of us the space to be more comfortable.
When I don't sleep [happens frequently] I can turn a light on to read without waking Jim.
The cats are delighted with the arrangement! They can prowl from one bed to the other.
The cats are still feeling the strangeness of the new house.
Boxes have come in from the storage trailer all needing to be sorted.
Some items will no longer be useful in our more compact space.
I am rather over-whelmed with the need to sort and designate locations for everything.
Howard, who has betaken himself home for a few hopefully restful days, has reminded me that wearing ourselves out and becoming 'ugly' serves no good purpose!
Rather than reviewing the lengthy 'to be done' list, we need to concentrate on 'one day at a time!'
I'm coming to grips with the fact that it might take a month or more to have the house in good order.
[The ground floor living space won't be finished immediately, so there is that to consider.]
I placed Grampa Mac's rocking chair by the west bedroom window.
For a few days I have enjoyed the effect of minimal furnishings: bed, chair, night stand.
Today we have shuffled those to make room for my large double dresser.
If I can accomplish sorting clothes into the drawers and the shelves of my ample closet that may be sufficient accomplishment for the day.
Jim is outside, roaring about on his backhoe.
The wind is blowing like mad.
The wicker bench much loved by the outside cats has been conveyed to the sheltered lower porch of the house.
Willis, sensible cat that he is, immediately took up residence there.
Sally-the Troll-Cat is being recalcitrant.
Bobby /Robert napping on Jim's bed.
The empty cupboard in the living area provides a place of retreat.
I am off with a load of 'stuff' to sort into the house.
I must practice the recommended mantra:" It will get done when it gets done!"