Easter Feast

Updates from a Busy Life

In the midst of packing, cleaning, hauling and unpacking, rearranging, more cleaning, we managed to fit in a wonderful Easter Sunday visit for most of us at Tess' place.  

Over Thursday evening and  throughout Friday.  My girls are as good and effective as any grown removalist and we had a barrel of fun in helping each other.  As is my usual practice I largely cleaned and scrubbed as we went so by the time Monday came it would only take a cursory once over for us to bring the place we left up to scratch.

Sunday saw a pleasant time for us all.

We are largely unpacked with some things yet to do and work ongoing.  Life goes on.

It is quiet out here.

In the morning the valley is full of clouds and everything is peaceful.

What a wonderful way to start the day.

Any day.

Abigail Easter Sunday - 5 weeks old

Easter Egg HUnt Much fun for everyone.

Tess and Lizzie and Pandy and Lizzie on Easter Sunday just after lunch and before the Easter Egg Hunt

A breather, finally

This has to be one of the most hectic times I have ever had in my life,  over Easter break.  Absolutely everything is out of the old apartment.  It is bare except for all that it came with.  And everything is in the new place = NOT all unpacked, but in.

The kitchen is unpacked.  After moving our fridge I have let it settle and have attacked it with bleach and cleanser and it is having a good air.  So coffee is black and food is fresh or bought out as we need and want it for the moment.  The pantry is full of the dry food stores and baking supplies; the spice cupboard is as it should be; the crockery has been stowed as have the plastic ware and the pots and pans and bakeware; the glassware and coffee mugs are stowed.

The dining room was a sea of bags and boxes and is nOW a dining room with a few remaining boxes but they are diminishing each time I walk through, grab one and stow the items therein where they should be.  

We have a lounge room.  it only has three boxes of books that need a home but has a lounge area and entertainment area as well as a conversation nook - in fact I am curled up on the corner of the lounge listening to the birds sing in the morning and peacefully typing my first update in days.

The entry hall still needs the console body brought up fro downstairs.  The drawers eagerly await it and I have the vase for the flowers waiting also.  

The linen closet and the bathrooms are unpacked.  The wardrobe which is mine is unpacked and ready for my needs.  The girls each have their things in their bedrooms but as they are away this week, they can arrange their room to suit themselves when they get here.

We did a run up to storage an hauled out my easels and paints which we will set up in a corner downstairs. We brought down also the outdoor setting ( the small one) which sits on the back verandah just outside the dining room - a perfect nook to sit and welcome the morning over he uninhabited ( by humans) and bushed valley and watch the clouds call the sun out to play.  The valley fills with clouds to the brim each autumn morning - so I know where clouds are born.  But I digress.

We plan to go up to storage again and largely empty it ; this will be one less expense and we now have a large enough place to house the bits and pieces.  

There is a room downstairs adjacent to the rumpus area which Tony has claimed as his lock away office area.  This place is large enough that everyone need not get on top of one another and that will help ease tensions I suspect.   

In the downstairs section we will set up another television and hook up the x box and Wii as well.  The girls can disappear there with their friends.

Back to work tomorrow.

why no Moving Blues?

It seems I hear moans and groans of "oooooOOOOOo I am not looking forward to this - insert big sigh here-" etc all around me, while as I demolish, empty and bag a lifetime of myself and others, I feel lighter and excited and more energised.

Change.

It calls to me and whispers possibilities and I spark and arch into it, ready willing and eager for the newness.  

A new palette for the domestic artist I am to hone my skills against and fill with tastes and morsels of we who inhabit, for a short time, this shell. 

I sip my morning coffee, times three.  Tony has gone to collect the van which we have in our possession from 10am today until 10am Saturday morning.    Geni is sleeping in - the first day of her Term 1 holidays ( a day earlier than the rest of her class and school. )  he is a good help hefting and hoiking and carrying.  I am chief box/bag filler and emptier extraordinaire.  

Tess is taking Mum to the hairdresser and shopping and then will come over and she and I together will unpack the kitchen and stow it into homely readiness.   The packing is calling me.  Again.

Pandy, Amy and AJ are coming over tomorrow after Church.  We will move the largest stuff then.  We have photographed the condition of the place as we move in and are completing the Ingoing Report.  So far, the only thing we agree on is that the blinds in the loungeroom are clean and working. Everything else we looked at or tested doesn't work and isn't as stated in the report handed to us by the agent. THIS should be fun!!

My mind is moving 10 to the dozen, planning and thinking.  

A big deep breath and I am back into it. 

The joy of this!!!

Home again.