I am officially moved into the new house. If you’re looking to update my address in your books, send me an email and I’ll get the new numbers to you.
I am exhausted from ripping up carpet and moving heavy furniture and scrubbing tubs and sinks and all varieties of surfaces, but it is so fun too. I’ve spent far too much time gleefully dropping clothes down the laundry shoot (I would have *loved* one of those as a kid–hell, I love it now) and am contemplating whether or not to remove the small eat-in area of the kitchen that has this wallpaper on it (just in that little corner, the rest is painted) of a Parisian streetscape with little cafes. Ironically, I have a little cafe table and two chairs that are sitting beneath the Parisian streetscape, so that it looks like it’s a part of the scene. This was not intended. My first reaction to this wall paper was a frown and furrowed eyebrows. But in the past few days, probably because of the silly cafe table and wrought iron chairs I have underneath the scene, it’s grown on me in an odd way. This should not be such a difficult decision.
I’m getting ready to leave for World Fantasy Convention on Thursday. Till then I’ve got to catch up with grading and working on my own writing and getting those hedges clipped in the front yard as well as the too many vines crawling up onto one corner of the garage. Having a house is going to be a lot of work, but I thoroughly enjoy this sort of work, in fact have missed having it to do for the past twelve years or so of living in rented spaces. It’s good to have a place to call my own again.
I have nothing much else to say but this.
Hope everyone else is enjoying autumn.
Congratulations! Now you are rooted. It’s a little scary but oh so nice.
Thanks, Maureen! Yes, rooted, and it feels just as you say, a little scary (no more world traveling on a lark) but also really nice after wandering to and fro for so long. It’s weird to have those two conflicting feelings, but that’s exactly what I’ve been feeling since moving in. 🙂
oh house! hooray. I had a laundry chute in the house i lived in from ages 3-9 and I was OBSESSED with it. Also: I believe I’ll be seeing you at WFC!
Yay! I was wondering if you were going to be able to make it. Are you driving down?
Happy homeowning–so much more satisfying to scrub one’s own surfaces!
When we lived in the Glen, we had Venetian Canal/Gondola fuzzy green wallpaper. I kind of loved it because it was so funky and because I didn’t have to take the blame for picking it out.