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Moved back in—sort of

Remember our pretty hardwood floors? Well, a week ago today, less than 24 hours before we were scheduled to move back in, our contractor discovered that the finish was peeling off the floors in several places.

This little discovery meant that

  • we could only move into the kitchen and the second floor;
  • we had to scramble to find a place to store our first-floor furnishings (thank you, two friends with empty garages!);
  • we will have to move out again temporarily next week while the floors are re-sanded, re-stained and refinished;
  • we had to rig some little outdoor houses for our feline girls to keep them from succumbing to kitty neurosis with all the upheaval indoors.

Needless to say, this is not the glorious return to our newly remodeled home that we had envisioned. The house currently looks like someone started a rummage sale, then was scared off before they could get much of anything set up, but not before they let all of the dirty neighborhood kids tromp in as much dirt and dust as possible.

Dining and living rooms; floors in both will be refinished

Downstairs bathroom sink coated in 7 months of construction dust

The breakfast nook, so full that our lovely built-in bench is not even visible.

The kitchen, which only seems to get worse the more boxes I try to unpack.

GBones performed in a jazz band concert on Wednesday in his dad’s black jeans and an inside-out black t-shirt with the tag flapping in the back since we could not, for the life of us, find the box with his black concert clothes in them. We could not even find a pair of scissors to at least save him the humiliation of the tag. He survived. The band sounded fantastic. The tag kept rhythm.

Renewal has figured out what caused the problem with the floors and will make it right, as they always do. And as soon as we emerge from the boxes and dust, we will sigh lots of giddy sighs at all the loveliness that has been created over the last seven months. In the meantime, we are striving to be amused by the situation, to make sure we can find our underwear every day, and to remember that it won’t be this crazy for very long. Or maybe it will. I am the world’s slowest mover-inner. Moving a lot has not made me faster at it. It has just made me know what to expect and hate it sooner.


One comment on “Moved back in—sort of

  1. Grammicube
    April 21, 2012

    Your Moscow quarters are always available for your temporary need to move out. Just let us know. Love, Mom

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