We're Hot? We're Moving.
Big thanks must go out to the groovy kids at FD!Lux magazine in Dallas for including the blog in their August “Hot” issue, and on their blog today.
We’re honored to be thought of as even remotely, slightly, barely lukewarm. Much less hot.
If you are new to the site, be sure to check out the archives and categories on the right side of your screen, because there’s a lot to explore.
I won’t be posting a great deal until the end of the weekend, because tomorrow is Moving Day.
For the past two weeks, we’ve been visiting the new house at least once a day to water the lawn and meet installers of landscaping, installers of security systems, installers of cable and installers of furniture, among other installers.
We have more installers to go. Lots and lots of installers. I hate installers. I’m going to run an installer down with my Volvo when I next see one on the sidewalk.
We made the commitment that, when we visit the new house, we throw something in the car and move it in. Even if it is one Russel Wright platter sitting on the back seat. We always put something in the car.
And, like magic, in two weeks’ time we made a big, gaping dent in our stuff. In fact, we weren’t supposed to move our furniture, dogs and lazy bodies until one more week, but we pushed it up and are moving in tomorrow.
Long story short, we don’t know whether to we’re coming or going, or where we really live. But that all changes at 9:00 in the morning.
The next set of house photos I post won’t be so spare and empty. And I’ll be back to the site regularly after the weekend.
Give us a few days to get our tchotzkes arranged and put some starched doilies on the backs of the recliners.
Hang tight.
We’re honored to be thought of as even remotely, slightly, barely lukewarm. Much less hot.
If you are new to the site, be sure to check out the archives and categories on the right side of your screen, because there’s a lot to explore.
I won’t be posting a great deal until the end of the weekend, because tomorrow is Moving Day.
For the past two weeks, we’ve been visiting the new house at least once a day to water the lawn and meet installers of landscaping, installers of security systems, installers of cable and installers of furniture, among other installers.
We have more installers to go. Lots and lots of installers. I hate installers. I’m going to run an installer down with my Volvo when I next see one on the sidewalk.
We made the commitment that, when we visit the new house, we throw something in the car and move it in. Even if it is one Russel Wright platter sitting on the back seat. We always put something in the car.
And, like magic, in two weeks’ time we made a big, gaping dent in our stuff. In fact, we weren’t supposed to move our furniture, dogs and lazy bodies until one more week, but we pushed it up and are moving in tomorrow.
Long story short, we don’t know whether to we’re coming or going, or where we really live. But that all changes at 9:00 in the morning.
The next set of house photos I post won’t be so spare and empty. And I’ll be back to the site regularly after the weekend.
Give us a few days to get our tchotzkes arranged and put some starched doilies on the backs of the recliners.
Hang tight.
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