Storied Housing

[rolanni]

The new house continues to provide adventures, challenges, puzzlements, and moments of delight.

In the puzzlement category, we've very nearly unpacked all the kitchen/dining room/pantry boxes (we need to hold off on the bowls/glassware, because they will go into a cabinet which is slated for Power Tools and Moderate Reconstruction.  The rest of the stuff, though, has been sorted, and!  we have yet to turn up the good silicon spatulas (which I was very much missing this morning as I scrambled my eggs for breakfast), and also the Very Best Wooden Spoons, which, with the spatulas, used to live on the countertop next to the stove in the Old Kitchen, conveniently placed in a large ginger-jar-ish vase.  The vase was unpacked weeks ago, but the rest are still missing in action.

The hummingbird feeder has attracted several clients, who spend more time running each other outta the bar than they do actually drinking.  I'm guessing that's how they stay so svelte.  In any case, they're a source of enjoyment for the cats, and for me.

Last night, while Steve and I were having supper, there came from the living room a grinding sort of noise.  The cats were not pleased.  I wasn't pleased either, once it had been determined that the noise was coming from behind the wall.  Possibly a squirrel has gotten in to the attic.  Probably, I will call Someone tomorrow to remove him.  I mean, yes, we do make Considerably Less Noise, and provide Much Less To-ing and Fro-ing, but that doesn't mean the place is up for cohabitation.  There's a very nice yard out back for squirrels and such-like, and they may set up housekeeping there with my blessing.

In writing news, I last night finished the first draft of the story commissioned for Infinite Stars Two, and have passed it on to Steve, for his sins, while I turn the fullness of my attention to Accepting the Lance.

What else?  Ah, I had made an appointment at the local spa and Friday had my first massage.  It was good.  By which I mean, wow! that hurt!  and boy! that feels good!  A couple of times I heard the knots let go, and -- here's the really weird part -- I felt taller when I left.  I've always thought to going to the spa and getting a massage as a self-indulgence I could neither afford nor required.  May have to rethink that.

I think that mostly catches us up.  Me, I've got to refill the hummingbird feeder, balance the checkbook, and get to work.

Everybody have an excellent day.

Comments

[mirlacca]

I highly recommend massage. For years, I indulged once a month in a two-hour, truly brutal deep-tissue mauling, and miss it desperately. Good for mind as well as body.

[movingfinger]

friendslist cruising with Sunday coffee---if you were packed by movers and they wrapped everything in paper, check scrunched up twists of paper for kitchen things like spatulas! They are proverbially enthusiastic about bundling things up.

[jhetley]

Yeah, never throw out the packing paper without spreading it out and flattening it.

[martianmooncrab]

hummingbirds are very territorial, I watch them in my yard chasing any and all others way. I was buzzed one day because one saw itself refleced in my glasses.

the easiest way to find the wooden spoons and the spatulas is to buy new ones, then the old show up!

Finding the missing

[ireneha]

While purchasing new spoons and spatulas is a guaranteed way to find the old ones, it is an expensive choice. Here is my short term suggestion.

Both the spoons and spatulas are relatively non breakable items. Therefore you used them to fill another box, that had smaller items, that were breakable.

My assumption is that NOT ALL of the kitchen and pantry boxes have been emptied. One of those boxes would be my guess for where the spoons are. Amid the box of jams, jellies, and other jars of food.

Note: If either spoons or spatulas were "cat toys" then all bets are off. Else I do have a high % of knowing where things are.

Irene

Re: Finding the missing

[rolanni]

And, in fact, they were in the box labeled "Vinegar," which also held, err, vinegar. I expected some boxes to be opened more expeditiously than they have been.

Aha!

[ireneha]

You obviously used the "room" method of boxing. I just don't remember if the old house had a pantry.

Congratulations on finding those important kitchen tools.

Re: Aha!

[rolanni]

The old house had an eat-in kitchen, and a pantry, but no dining room. This house had a galley kitchen, and a dining room, and no pantry. We have fixed the "no pantry" part of the equation. Honestly, I don't know how they fed six kids out of that kitchen... Well, no, I do. For one thing, they had a freezer in the basement (at least, I assume that the outlet labeled "freezer" downstairs had a freezer plugged into it), and they left wall shelving, which was probably where the can goods were stored. When you've got six kids, you do have a fair amount of, "Go downstairs and get me..." on tap.