AND SO...THE ADVENTURE BEGINS

Studio:

 Living room:

 Kitchen:

 Bath:

 Bedroom:

I slept well last night, but my heart is heavy with the news coming from London.  My prayer is that everyone involved can find some bit of comfort and peace in the midst of such terribleness.  

I feel extra blessed that my only problem is the task of unpacking a new home and that I am not facing something far worse.  I lost a few pieces of furniture...the TeeVee armoire suffered a broken leg and had to be left behind for the dumpster, but in light of everything else, this was a very small thing.  

The movers were very good about sitting me in a chair and keeping me there.  I decided to confess my weakness right up front and apologized profusely for not being any help to them physically, but they insisted that this was not a problem and proceeded to lift and carry everything here in the middle of a heatwave and a thunderstorm with remarkably good cheer.

The making of the bed with clean fresh sheets and a new foam mattress topper was the first thing I tackled...the setting of the coffee things the second...and getting the TeeVee connected was the third.  In each adventure I said a fervent wish to the Three Above (*) that I would complete the job without difficulty, and I did.

So today begins and I am ready for it, armed with nothing but my wits and stubborn disposition.  I do solemnly promise, however, that I will not overdo and will pace my poor tired portly little self accordingly.

(*) For some, the Three Above would be Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  For me last night, though, it was Father, Mother, and Stewey Little.  I asked my dad to help me assemble the electronics, my mom to help with the bed, and Stewey to supervise the setting of the coffee maker.

Now if I only would have thought to ask somebody to make sure the newspaper delivery transferred this morning, it would have been perfect....oh well, a small small hiccup in an otherwise smooth and happy move.

It occurs to me that my first official day here at CS2 is happening on a Futzingday.  What a perfect way to begin!  Here's hoping that there are lots more Futzingdays on the horizon...but with needle and thread instead of boxes and tape!

Do something Futzy and come tell me all about it!