Morning rubber duckies! I’m happy to let all y’all know that we MADE IT to Texas. Whew. We arrived last Thursday, spent the night in a hotel and Saturday morning we met the movers at the new house for unloading fun. Nothing’s broken, plenty of stuff is misplaced (good gravy, it’s odd having strangers pack up your stuff!) but I managed to ‘show’ up for my first day of working remotely yesterday with hardly a hitch.
Since I can’t even say for sure if my sewing machines even made it onto the moving truck, I thought I’d commit the blogging no-no of reblogging. My own photos. For those of you who follow me on Twitter or Instagram, this’ll be repeat.
We’ll start at the closing. It went well. We closed on the Texas house first, then we closed on selling the Minnesota house. I was totally sad by the time we headed out – the couple who bought our house seemed super cool and they would have been great neighbors. Except, of course, that’d mean all 4 of us would be living in our teeny-tiny house. (Awkward… she sang to herself in a lilting tone…)
It was super odd riding off into the, um, south? With Mr. Bug, Lucy the hound and all the liquids that the movers wouldn’t take packed into our teeny car. We felt super untethered and willing to engage in a little cross country pillaging. A couple of modern day car-pirates, bent on destruction and personal gain.
But alas, Mr. Bug and I were in too much of a hurry for hijinks on the interstate. We had movers on the way and appliance deliveries scheduled. Also, we’re like old people on car trips. We can make it, oh, about 45 minutes before we have to stop for snacks, restroom breaks and manic searches for wifi to check facebook and work emails. (Sprint 3G + Iowa = SUCKY!!)
Iowa was first. We had so much stuff in our car Lucy was crammed into half the back seat. She was a total drama queen about the whole situation, sleeping in impossibly uncomfortable positions that she concocted just to make me feel bad.
We stopped at a rest stop near Ames, Iowa. It had really cool windows. As I held my phone up above my head, trying to figure out how to get the artsy angle that I always see on cooler blogs than mine, the rest stop attendant told me my phone was ‘real neat.’ I was a little surprised and suspicious, immediately assuming he was an Android user somehow intent on taking a shot at my iPhone. I have too many opinionated Android users in my life. I honestly think the attendant may have just liked that I have a white phone rather than the usual black.
OK. I give. What’s the secret to photographing the cool angles of architecture. Someone spill. Please?
After Iowa was Missouri, which turned out to be super pretty. At least, I have a vague memory of pretty. The bear started to get carsick partway through and I was understandably distracted. Here we are at the Kum and Go in who-knows-where Missouri. What’s not pictured is me ‘surreptitiously’ stuffing a giant, yak-covered dog bed into a teeny-tiny gas station trash can. I had to remove the cover of the trash can with my bare hands to get it to fit and let me just say it was WAY less gross touching the dog-yak-bed than the trash can lid.
And here you thought this was a sewing blog.
Obviously, I have the cool photo angle for Sonic down pat.
Friday night after a ‘grueling’ 6 hours in the car, Mr. Bug and I checked into our hotel. We usually stay at Red Roof Inns when we travel with Lucy – usually the rooms are pretty decent, with a nice amount of pillows and pretty clean. That was not the case in Kansas City. Let’s never speak of this again.
As anyone who made it through the marvels of elementary school is undoutecely aware of, Kansas City is not actually in Kansas. At least not all of it. I expected to wake up in the morning to have the GPS send us off down I35 the rest of the way to Texas, but I was wrong. The GPS had other plans. We followed her lead and headed straight down through Missouri to Oklahoma. It was a very, VERY pretty drive, marred only by the crushing disappointment of having my first armadillo sighting be of a not-so-recently deceased armadillo at the side of the road.
The photo above was snapped as we crossed the state line into Oklahoma. I’m afraid my car-pictures do not do justice to the beauty of Oklahoma. Trust me.
Finally after two days on the road, one sick basset, a growing love affair between Mr. Bug and the our new voice activated GPS and one sighting of a clumsy cowboy (complete with horse) while gobbling ice cream outside the A&W in Atoka, Oklahoma, we made it to Texas.
Bright and early the next morning we arrived at the house, armed with a neurotic hound and Starbucks.
Home sweet home. The big arched window in the front is my new home office. Holla!
Eventually the movers showed up. I immediately understood why Mr. Bug had been so adamant regarding parking in front of the house. And the two houses on either side.
The move in went smoothly, albeit with multiple texts to friends and coworkers in which we attempted to determine the proper etiquette for tipping movers (we bought them lunch, got them bottles of water and gave them a couple of twenties apiece…)
In an effort to relieve stress, I made sure to set up the outside patio area as soon as I could wrestle the the wicker out of the semi. Mr. Bug and Lucy are testing out the new digs.
Mr. Bug and hound had a hard time finding a place to settle inside the house. I wasn’t a huge fan of this arrangement…
Over the weekend we had people in and out of the house in a steady stream. We had a few new appliances delivered, a couple of guys in to give us estimates on replacing the basset hound unfriendly taupe carpet with houndlicious hardwoods, and a few of the neighbor kids made up for their disappointment in our not bringing any new kids to the block by hanging in the backyard with the lazy hound dog. She can charm anyone.
After a crazy weekend of meeting people and assembling desk furniture I was ready for day 1 of working from home. Here’s my new desk. I’m waiting to get my webcam for my work computer – once that arrives, my personal laptop will not be ‘coming’ to work with me.
OK folks. I saved the best for last. Our new house has a pool in the backyard and the previous owners left us a clever, giant rubber duck that’s meant to hold chlorine tablets in it, float around and made everything, you know, chlorinated? ANYWAY, Lucy the Hound HATES THE DUCK. It drives her nuts. Yesterday she had a nice little showdown with it, complete with play bows, backwards scampering, ferocious barking and ridiculous ear flapping. Here she is eyeing up the enemy.
Whew. So that’s what I’ve been up to over the last few days. I gotta tell you, this is the first move in ages where I didn’t take off enough time to completely unpack before returning to work and it’s KILLING ME! Ah well.
For all y’all who’ve sent emails, etc, thanks for the thoughts and sorry I’ve not responded – ESPECIALLY those of you down this way! Keep ‘em coming! I’ll be unpacked soon and ready for some Texas playdates!!