Yes. I said progress.
We have progress. There are things that are….wait for this….can you believe it?....DONE!!!!!
“This must be a house belonging to someone for whom all things go well in spite of what an idiot she is (like Anna Nicole Smith),” you will say. (Hopefully this, Ladies and Gentlemen, will be the last time you ever think of me and Anna Nicole Smith within the same….week.)
So, though I have dozens of pictures of our new drainfield and the completely insulated basement and the drywall in my secret bathroom, I’m keeping them to myself.
By next week at this time will be photos to thrill and amaze. The stonemason comes Thursday. The basement drywall will be done. The deck and hot tub will be installed. We will be ready to paint!
There is much excitement here in Linguiniland. There is the ritual throwing of things into boxes, things we’ve accumulated since throwing other things in boxes when we thought we were going to move in the fall. Things are being flung out the door. I am packing away the winter clothes, that’s how sure I am that we will not need them until we are in the new house. There is even talk of address changes.
So, while we still face an Easter Sunday without the clever egg hunt I had planned and though we still mourn the loss of the gnomes, we are all uplifted, if by uplifted you mean running around wildly and every now and then screaming at each other, “WE’RE MOVING IN A MONTH AND A HALF!!!!”