Almost done here. My furniture - bed, wardrobe, cherrywood sideboards and armoires - and 50 boxes of stuff (23 of which contain books) are in storage. And we had a "house cooling party" last night that was a lot of fun.
Ten of my friends showed up, and instead of spreading out across 126 mostly empty square meters (aka 1350 sq ft), we all hung out in the kitchen which is around 100 sq ft.
Gabbed and snacked and laughed and traded stories. Good times, good times ...
Seriously though. Everybody had a good time.
Today was cleaning day. Windows can be looked through again, and the parquet floor smells sweetly of soap. Laundry is next ... a woman's work is never done. Sigh.
The moving guy hums as he wraps cardboard and bubble foil around my display cases. All my boxes are in the truck already, the wardrobe is disassembled, the bed is gone, all that's left is a couple of pieces, and lots of dust.
Tonight is our "house cooling party". Tomorrow is serious cleanup day. On Friday, Gaetano's new housemate moves in.
I'll be here for about another week, selling off some bits and pieces that aren't worth the price of storage, and cleaning up.
What does that button on my PowerTV denim jacket say? "It's been fun, but I must return to the mothership now."
Yeah. The mothership in Silicon Valley. See ya'll very soon at Armadillo Willy's ... Fontana's ... Aldo's ... Dolce Spazio ... White Lotus ... and for half a margarita at Aqui's.
Debbie wants to know: "Sometime you have to share your secret with me regarding how you squeeze in everything--reading, listening to music of all shapes and sizes, having online fun, and maintaining other aspects of your life. Do you sleep? Maybe that's my problem..."
Debbie, that's easy: I don't have a job to keep me busy during the day, nor a boyfriend to keep me up nights. So I hang out on the net. The trouble is - on the internet, nobody knows you're a dog. But everbody can see you have entirely too much time on your hands.