The Husband, as Perfect as he may be, has been on my case for a while now to get moving on another post. He tells me he needs something to read. As if most of what we just moved into our house was not reading material. Or as if he hasn't read through almost every one of the 200 books on the Kindle. So, reading material, huh?
I feel like a kid kicking and screaming, "I don't wanna write a blog post!" Don't know why, sometimes it's just hard to get back into the groove. So, let's see, where did we leave off? The terrible bombing of the bus in Jerusalem, that's right...
Life has been hectic as usual. The real reason for not writing sooner (not just because I am a big baby) is that we've done what W's do, and we've moved again. We thought this move would be an easy one, as it was "just outside our back door and up a flight of stairs", and it may have been on the easier side, if we hadn't woken up on our moving day to pouring rain, and a flaky mover that cancelled on us last minute. So, TPH and I had only one choice; we moved just about every single thing that we own ourselves. We had the help of our great new neighbors who helped with some of the heavier pieces, not to mention brought us dinner! And my sister D who came with a friend and did some schlepping and took the kids out for lunch. BAW and I moved beds, mattresses, dressers, bookshelves (and books!), sometimes up three flights of stairs. The good news is that we did almost everything that needed to get done. The bad news is that for two days afterwards we could barely move. Maybe we are getting older, maybe we are out of shape. Or maybe it was just way too much for two people to do on their own...
Whatever. What's done is done, and we're in. The new house is fantastic. I am so much calmer because there is so much more space to move around! Hopefully I'll get on it and post some pics of the new abode soon. There were the initial kinks to work out being in a brand new apartment for the first time, but those were to be expected. For example, the gas issue. We had the plumber come the evening of the move to hook up the stove and he took one look and said, "Well, I'd love to hook this up for you, but this apartment isn't connected to a gas line." Um, ok. Did I mention it's a week before Pesach? So, no gas means no stove, but hopefully they are coming tomorrow and we should be able to be up and running again soon. And if we're not, well...we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. We also had no running water downstairs for two days, but again, it's been fixed, and we're all good.
At this point, I feel a little guilty. Everyone I know is running around cleaning like crazy, and I have had some pretty leisurely days (ok, they were spent learning to walk again, and wondering if my arms would ever feel attached to my body again, but hey.). The pros of moving into a new house a week before the big P are NO CLEANING and NO KASHERING. I cleaned everything thoroughly before it was moved, and there has only been chometz at the dining room table. Kitchen is brand new, so no kashering, which is huge.
One thing that strikes me as a girl from the sticks is how easy the shopping is here. Every store has everything we need, on sale. The choices! No running to Penfield Wegman's to get the last few half gallons of triple the price pesach milk, because you weren't there to attack the guy at the regular Wegman's when he put it out, and you were left with none. No more bribing the kids behind the meat counter to tell you when the Pesach meat is coming in so you can be there first, whether or not it's 3am. No more ordering from out of town, or having siblings schlep things from across the great US to our door step. But, this also means no more of our famous family seders which I will miss terribly.
Anyhoo, that's about it. My life is as boring as yours right now, but at least TPH has some reading material now.