Phew
I have absolutely no idea whether we’re days ahead of the game, or cruising for an all-night panicked packing session July 11.
The basement is clear, except for a few laundry oddments. The guest room is clear except for a couple of fragile lamps that need careful packing and the night-table, which is about to get bunged unceremoniously on top of the upended guest-room bed (which will become our bed in our new digs, since we no longer have a guest-room). I’ve cleared out the shelves in our bedroom closet and all but emptied the office closet.
The living room is missing its couch, because my husband is an utter madman who insisted on moving it himself. I’m guessing we’re about half-done with the books. I filled a substantial box with kitchen stuff today (emptying a couple of drawers and cabinets), and anticipate filling another one tomorrow. The bathroom, our office, and our bedroom are pretty disastrous still, but we do have another clothes-chest ready to go into the pod.
The pod is slightly more than one-fifth full, gauging by floor space.
The Goths are starting to wig. Change is bad, don’t you know. We haven’t actually done anything much with Didi’s favorite haunts, but Dream has taken to sulking in a cardboard box on one wing of my office desk. (Said box with cat in it is now known as a “darkness box,” after the lovely LeGuin story.) Even worse, he got his tail stepped on by accident this afternoon, and only copious amounts of kitty-treats earned his forgiveness.
We’ve signed the real-estate agreement. The city is conspiring to make a mess of our house sale, tearing up the street for a solid mile around… but they’re supposed to be done a week or so after the house hits the MLS, so let us hope they don’t go too far over time.
We’re not going to make as much on this house as I’d hoped, but with that twinge of disappointment I shut my mouth firmly—because we will make a substantial sum of money.
And if you know anybody who might want a sweet, low-maintenance, energy-efficient, three-bedroom ranch on the near-west side of Madison, please let them know we’re selling! Heck, we’ll throw in a signed copy of Gateway to Sindarin at closing, if our buyer happens to like that kind of thing.