Going Home, Part 3

Status: exhausted

(Here’s parts one and two.)

On the kitchen wall. I begged the farmer to leave it there at our first tour of the house. He did!

Got most of our scattered smaller belongings here. Boxes that haven’t seen outside of storage rentals for years. Can’t really unpack them until we get some shelves and such, but we had fun tearing them all open. It was like a Déjà vu Christmas party.

My Pooh I’ve had since before I was born (Mother got him for me at her baby shower), my Charmander, and Boober, the Fraggle; My Hoops and Yoyo Panic Button, my camera, and some of my forest wandering finds I’ve collected over the years.

I was doing a total wash down of the kitchen, when I decided I should pull out the fridge and sweep behind it real good. So that was a rather heavy bugger, and I about had it when my ribs met the door handle funny. You know, that weird cracking noise kinda funny?

It doesn’t really hurt too bad when I’m sitting or standing, but any kind of bending over aches a bit. And I’ve got a wickedly strange bulge on the left side of my ribcage now. I’m hoping that’s gone by tomorrow because I work a full shift.

So while I’m indisposed the girls and family friends will be moving in all the large furniture and such. Hopefully getting the cat, too. It’ll be interesting to see what the place looks like when I get home!

My Mac awaiting a desk…

Cheers!