Stuff! Reunited with our Stuff!

Yesterday was delivery day. I'd forgotten how unnerving it is watching people who don't give a hoot about your lifetime of memories schlepp all your stuff into your new home... Our team of three were all firebrands, let me tell you, especially when they dictated their Subway lunch orders. Two of them still looked like teenagers, which is good for energy and strength, but not so good for brains. But overall, they were fine.

We have a little bit of damage to our beautiful bamboo wood floors from they way they dragged stuff around, and a little paint knocked off some walls. We have three items that received enough damage that we may put in a claim, but that was due to the knuckleheads on the other end. It's amazing we didn't have more damage. Oh well. In the end, it's just stuff.

And it's a lot of stuff! Yikes! But for the first time, I have more cabinet space than kitchen stuff. In England, our cabinets were so small that I couldn't fit my Villeroy & Boch Switch 3 dinner plates in them. The doors wouldn't shut (fortunately the owners had left a large antique hutch in the dining room there.) Here, those dinner plates fit with ease, and I can even put my large round platters in the cabinets.

Not only are the cabinets large in terms of the depth dimension, but there are also tons of them. Drawers, too. I've never had so many drawers in a kitchen. And I have four cabinets with glass doors and lights to display the good stuff in. For the first time, I'm having trouble putting the kitchen things away because I do have so much room - I have too many choices! I need to get used to using the step stool, though. The cabinets are tall and I am not.

Late Tuesday afternoon, I finally jumped in the pool for the first time. It felt so refreshing. I still don't quite believe the yard and pool really belong to us, too. I keep expecting to come back and find someone else in it... The younger movers were pretty impressed by the pool. Wanted to eat their lunch by it. One of them was pretty persistent in asking how much we paid for the house, and I remained polite but evasive.

A lot of witty thoughts and anecdotes were going through my head as I unpacked today, but as I'm sitting here at the keyboard, not a lot are coming back! I guess "through" my head is the operative word - they went in and out...

I'm including a few pix of the place as we progress. As you can see below, Chris' beer glass collection survives! And the bed is made at least. Maybe those witty thoughts will come back tomorrow...