Every day is the same. Get up. Go to the house. Clear the kitchen counter of yesterday’s hand-washed dishes. Unload dishwasher. Unpack boxes. Wash contents by hand or put in the dishwasher. Put fabric items in the laundry. Repeat. All day. I am down to one box in the kitchen. It does not look like kitchen stuff. The top item was daughter Jennifer’s Jack O’Lantern Halloween costume from when she was small. It would fit her children now.
I carry things from room to room. It seems that no box is dedicated to just one room. When I get to the proper room, I see something there that needs to go to another room. Repeat. All day.
Today, I opened a box labeled “baby linens” in the guest room. Time for mom to pause and wistfully fondle the yellow crocheted blanket. There was the small quilt with appliqued animals. And two bath towels with a corner, animal head, hood. I miss my babies and am a bit annoyed with them for growing up.
I made spaghetti for dinner with a frozen container of sauce. It was a struggle. I didn’t have a proper colander and dumped the pasta into the sink. Fortunately, I had cleaned the sink before I cooked. We found an assortment of utensils to scoop it out of the sink and into the pasta bowls. I didn’t have a ladle to serve the sauce – or even a large spoon. When we finished eating, I decided to turn the table. Literally. It seemed a bit awkward the way it was so we turned it forty-five degrees with one end close to the center window. Now it feels spacious coming from the family room side,
and also spacious approaching from the kitchen side of the counter. We can move it out if we need to seat more than three, but it is very heavy. The marble-topped cart is still unobstructed. It is a little unorthodox and the table is not centered under the light fixture. I’ll live with it a while and see how I like it. Andy is delighted with it; he has a great view of the fourteenth tee from his seat.
There’s another project for me. The table and chair legs have yellowed. That job is probably going to be way down on the list of things to do.
I saw an odd box in the garage and knew exactly what was inside, without remembering how it got in there. I tried to carry it back into the house but was locked out. I opened the garage door and got back in the house through the front door. I took it into Andy’s office and he opened it. He remembered that the swordfish carving had been broken and didn’t think we still had it. Neither of us remembered that we had it repaired at Buck Woodcraft in Marathon years ago. The box had “Buck Woodcraft” packing tape on it. We set it on the corner of Andy’s desk and I forgot to take a picture of it.
I’m tired. We are going to take it easy tomorrow. Going to the motor vehicle office to get new registrations for the car and motorhome at 0830. Then Rick Griffen, a work associate of Andy’s is coming to visit late morning. Then we need to take the car in for an oil change at 1600. That leaves precious little time to empty boxes or wash stuff. Oh darn.
Dinata Misovec 
No place like home though, right?
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Absolutely!
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It’s amazing how much dirt can accumulate on stored items. Don’t despair. You’ll be fully settled in no time at all (maybe 2 years!).
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Those things were all nice and clean when I put them away. My theory is that the newspaper wrapping and the cardboard boxes were decaying. My wash water turned brown very quickly and I had to refresh it multiple times during the day.
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Your tales of unpacking and getting settled are making me already dread the prospect of this—and we haven’t even settled on a chunk of dirt yet. llb
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I have been dreading it too. I have given thought to the wisdom of other boaters who got rid of everything and planned to buy all new when they settle down again. In my case, I think I have come out ahead, despite paying storage unit fees for years. I still have the things I love and couldn’t afford to replace now. I have so much hand-me-down furniture and “stuff” that I associate with the people I loved. Those are real treasures to me.
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It’s a lot of work, but it sounds like you’re getting to the finish line.
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I can’t see the finish line from here, but as soon as the interior in tidy I’ll take my time going through the boxes in the garage. It will get done – eventually!
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If they don’t grow up, they can’t give you grandbabies…
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That is Jennifer’s reprieve; two adorable grandsons.
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I love it
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Thank you!
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Wow so busy! Glad you had utensils for that spaghetti!
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I scooped it out of the sink with a huge cooking fork and a large, flat, spoon with a lot of holes in it. I don’t know what you call that. I use it for scooping food out of frying oil. It was hard to do and I lost spaghetti down the drain!
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oh no! hahaha
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