Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Bogging Down

We seem to be nervous about hanging pictures.  They are still sitting leaning up against several walls, all in their individual crates.  We have one large box with several pictures and a dozen or so unpacked placed here and there.  Exactly two have been hung.   Actually, I don't think we have enough walls for all the pictures and mirrors we brought. 

The house is organized but still needs tweaking here and there. I'm pretty happy with everything except the kitchen table and the sofa.  I'm bogging down though and resting on my laurels enjoying the house instead of finishing up and hanging the art. 

I have noticed that the house has a curious hollow sound sometimes and I believe it's because the walls are empty.  The beautiful walls that have been triple treated.  Walls that have been primed, knock down patterned and painted a soft latte color called Cream in my Coffee. 

We hung the new vintage look clock three times before it looked right.  Now we are thinking about moving it.  We hung the long shelf with pegs in the laundry room twice before it was correct.  The extra holes are hidden but I freeze whenever I see the hammer!  The long shelf had four hooks. 

We have told ourselves we have all the time in the world.  Verizon came in and set up the cable, Internet and my phone awhile back.  Life returned to normal except  HGTV now features prominently in my viewing schedule.  And Nate Berkus.

I'm happy I brought  my bamboo screen over objections.  It has really come in handy.  First I hid the blank TV and now I use it to hide the large unpacked paintings.  At least until we get over being nervous!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

New Port Richey Fibre Arts Group

I've been working with a friend,  PprmntMochaMama about meeting up for a knitting session regularly and forming a group here in the area and yesterday was the first planned meeting!  Unfortunately PprmntMochaMama was not feeling well and didn't want to expose us to anything unpleasant so she had to miss, but we carried on and three of us met at Starbucks at HWY 19 and Gulf in New Port Richey at 10:30 AM!

I love the atmosphere and the comfy seating and my mom, Joanne scored us a great spot on the roomy leather sofa while I ordered.  A coffee table in front and room for three was perfect.   My Peppermint Mocha Frappe was in honor of our missing Woolie and we got out our projects.

My sister, Karan, breezed in a short time later and joined us.  She decided not to learn to knit this week but brought her sketch pad and art pencils and practice sketching faces.  We were willing subjects and I do wish I had asked to photograph them.  They were great!

We moved to the other wall where Karan could sit opposite and work, a very cozy corner that I would choose for next week.  There was plenty of light and the long sofa bench was very comfortable.

 Joanne was hard at work crocheting a beautiful baby blanket that she started some time ago.  Crochet is her specialty and she made five baby blankets for her five great grandchildren born last year!  She tries to keep one ahead, but oops...this one will be needed in January!

Joanne found a great corner to sit relaxed with a propped foot and a few scones for the session, enjoying the company of two daughters.

I swear I'm not sunburned even though I'm a new Floridian!  I'm working on a baby vest.  I finished the back before the move and haven't picked up my needles until today.  I felt so at home sipping my coffee, out kitting with friends again.  I miss my South Dayton Knitters!  They are the best! Two and a half years they have seen me through my first project to this last one, where I finished the back half of this vest at the Farewell party at Pam and Mary's!

Now I'm looking forward to finding new knitting friends here and being visited by my Ohio knitters here in Vacationland!  Today we had fun and good conversation, relaxing until 1:30 PM before reluctantly departing for home.

If you are in the area, please join us on Wednesdays AM at the address above!  No stress, no dues, no roll call.  Just drop in with your knitting or other handwork and introduce yourselves.  We are all new!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Looking Back on the Move

It was so great to finally get that truck loaded!  After five days of record heat and no air, we had packed and Chris had loaded the lions share.  Every evening Billy came by and loaded some more but Bill and I put all the last minute stuff aboard.  It was finally packed to the gills.  I kept more!!  We won't fit it all into the new house!  But we kept stuffing, one more thing, one more thing.  

 Unfortunately I was not able to get this wonderful old architectural column on the truck.  It came from an interesting old house in small New Carlisle, Ohio.  Years ago Bill rolled it to the car and was able to lift this solid cement piece into the trunk of our car.  Bill wanted to try this time now that we had an appliance dolly,  but it was so hot and I felt the rearrangement of the truck contents might be an issue.  The appliance dolly would have made it a piece of cake to move this time, but I didn't want to take chances.

 Gracie looked lost in the empty house!  Mohawk was so uneasy that he departed and was nowhere to be found all day.
Friends, Ginny and Rebecca came to say goodbye. We all felt sad and Rebecca cried most of the visit.  We kept calling for Mohawk but he didn't return and we had to leave him behind.  My neighbor was alerted when  she came to say good bye  and we just had to get in the van and leave. We were under the gun now in a time frame that didn't allow for a cat to come back...whenever.  Fortunately Billy came by the next night and Mohawk was there waiting to let him in.  Since then the cat has been living in Ohio waiting for us to come and pick him up.  Bad Kitty!

Gracie now had the front seat all to herself when we finally took off.  She was ready for the trip!  She didn't miss Mo or the cat carrier at all.  We were feeling horrible.  We were so glad Mohawk was found right away, but we didn't know it at this point.  It put quite a damper on the trip.  My word of advice when making a move with pets.  Confine them before you begin loading.  Mr. Mo would never have gotten out the day of the move and would have been here with us today if we had just taken that one precaution. 

But we settled in for the long ride to Florida!  We met up with Chris, Dianne and the kids and traveled southward.  We took our time and stopped every couple of hours to let the blood circulate and the usual trip of 17-18 hours took 24.  We were exhausted but our respective circulations, however, were in excellent condition.

It actually didn't seem all that long.  We were kept entertained!  Not only did Lauren take a multitude of photos of everyone, she took photos of herself, new ones constantly,  that we would find installed on our phones!

My mother's handiwork greeted us at the front door when we finally pulled up to the new house!!  Suddenly there were cars coming from around the corner and family greeting us!  My nephew and his wife and daughter were visiting from Arizona and that was a real bonus to get to see them and Becky, an uncle and two of my sisters, a bro-in-law and Rob, Lauren & Luke.

We adjourned back to my mom's house around the corner and we all had a lovely dinner and a proper visit!  Unloading the van had to wait.  We were all pooped.

It may be a new home, but it was like we were coming home! 

Monday, August 22, 2011

Naming the New Abode

Our new house has almost been named.

Currently we are calling it The Cottage because it's so small.  We also have still been calling it, Uncle Bob's Cabin (just because we bought it from my Uncle Bob) like we did before we moved in.

  When we first arrived Bill kept referring to it as The Lodge because of the large stone fireplace but thankfully that name has almost disappeared.

The area is named after a beach, which I love, but the planned beach didn't materialize due to some regulations years ago.  The closest beach is three miles away.  Besides the lot next to ours and behind is all wooded!  A beachy name for our house would be deceiving even though there is nothing between us and the Gulf except the house next door. 

But as I said, it was my friend Kathleen who mentioned naming rooms that really caught my attention because we are stumbling over ourselves referring to them these past three weeks we've resided here.

We have a bedroom named The Bedroom and a bathroom named The Bathroom.  That's easy, although I am toying with naming the bathroom The Floatarium.  (any one reading the 44 Scotland Street series by Alexander McCall-Smith will understand).   

The problem now is we have a computer room/spare bedroom which is not named yet and the main area which is a puzzle.  It is really a "great room".  There are no walls.  It feels a bit confusing because most rooms are not defined like other homes have lived in.
The Great Room could be divided into two areas. One half is tiled which is the kitchen and dining area and one half is carpeted which is the living room/office.  There is a small wood floored foyer, too.   Should they be separate names?  Kitchen, Dining Room, Living Room, Office and Foyer?  The furniture is arranged where areas are pretty clearly designated at this point.  But they are such boring names.  Nothing fun like my friend Kathleen's Relaxation Chamber.  I'm going to have to put my thinking cap on.

Then we have the screened in room through French doors in the Kitchen/Dining area out behind the house.  Is it a Florida Room?  My California roots call it a Patio.  Bill keeps calling it The Garden Shop.  Forty years with K-Mart says methinks he doesn't want to let go.  I suspect it's going to stay The Garden Shop.  I'm discovering a stubborn streak in him now that we are together 24/7.

The Laundry room also has a door to the back yard and sidewalk that winds around The Garden Shop to the driveway.  It could be a very nice Mud room as well, our grass is very sparse.  But we never go in or out that way.  It's only convenient to let our Labrador, Gracie, out at night.  Naming the door in the Laundry Room "Gracie's Door"  would take care of the doors anyway.  The Front Door, The French Doors, Gracie's Door and (sigh) The Garden Shop Door.   For such a small house we certainly have acquired a lot of doors to the outside.

We didn't have any trouble naming our tortoise.  Rambo makes an appearance nearly every day.....whenever Gracie is inside.  That first and only meeting was a doosie.

Does anyone have a fun name for a room that is all their own?  Does anyone have a tortoise in their yard or other wildlife that has turned into a pet?

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Resurfacing for a Moment

So, I am just showing you a peek at the new house.  The renovated bathroom!  I'm not finished, but after hanging the shower curtain last night it now looks like the room I envisioned from a photo I found online and used.  The shower curtain represents to me underwater plants swaying with the movement of the ocean.

I did not mean to let so many weeks go by without a word!  I had forgotten how intense it is to move and unpack.  I didn't know when you are 24 years older than your previous move (where you swore, and meant it, that you would never, ever move again) that you would tire more easily and not be able to settle in at the same rate of speed.

I was able to safely move my beloved fish watercolor to Florida where it fits nicely on the wall behind the door.  I also brought the antiqued flower hook I bought years ago and never hung.  It exactly matches one of the shades of aquas in the shower curtain even though it looks very blue in the photo. 

We haven't installed the fixtures.  A Pottery Barn brushed nickle towel bar, towel ring and a hook.  I also have a matching brushed nickle towel bar with a glass bar.  All these items came from my "warehouse" of a garage where we stuffed the remnants of my online business.  Ten percent of which I sold, twenty percent of which I gave away and the rest I regretfully left.

The sandy walls and aqua accessories are perfect for my home.  A home that would overlook the Gulf of Mexico if it was on a hill.  A big hill.

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