Saturday, November 14, 2009

A headache, but a fun headache....

Here it is! This little house is the newest reason for Billy and me to take near-overdose quantities of over-the-counter anti-inflammatories and analgesics at "o'dark thirty" in the morning. Our first house, beautiful, full of light, and for a good little while at least, a pain in the everything.

Mary Miltenberger, longtime family friend, said it best: "Owning your own home is a headache, but it's a fun headache." We moved to this home from a 1-bedroom apartment, using a 17-foot U-Haul. By the next day, everything hurt, right to the fingertips. So it's fair to say that by the time that only heads were aching, we were very happy indeed.

Within the first week, there has been a lot to laugh about. Much of this has been our minds playing tricks on our brains, thanks to sleep deprivation. We have thought we lost our kitchen sink (apparently neither one of us is good at maintaining relational positions in new places); searched for clothes and food by holding flashlights in our mouths (note to self: search for light switches and outlets during daylight hours next time!); and awakened in the middle of the night not only wondering where we were, but also thinking the house was aflame (wives, don't allow your husbands to play with fireplaces unattended!).

Life is good. And funny, when you are two dopes in a new house, on short rest as they say in the baseball trades.

4 comments:

  1. Inquiring minds need to know: How long did it take to locate the kitchen sink?

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  2. To all those inquiring minds, the rest of the story of the lost kitchen sink.

    Husband to wife: "I need Windex."
    Wife to husband (gesturing to the counter under the kitchen window and between the refigerator and range, where any good kitchen sink should be) "I put all the cleaning supplies under the sink."

    (Husband does not note that the sink is not where Wife gestures in this house, but looks in the cabinet pointed-to and announces, needlessly): "The Windex isn't here."

    Wife to Husband (genuinely addled, not faking at all, sadly): "Where did the sink go?!"

    Husband turns, points to sink. Laughter. Sit-on-the-floor-and-cry laughter.

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  3. Mmmmm a 17 FOOD truck? What flavors?
    You have a very Spatial relationship with your new house apparently.
    k

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  4. Corrected, and thank you for the careful reading! awd

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