Most of Friday was spent at the house, cleaning and trying to get it ready for the new occupant. The countertop was miraculously installed just before I was ready to hire someone else. It. Looks. Amazing….If I do say so myself. Everything came together in a very elegant way without losing sight of the fact that the bathroom is in a house that was built in the 1930’s. We went out to dinner with friends for a much needed fun night. I haven’t been the best of company lately and friends who are willing to put up with me right now are much appreciated! It was a great diversion.
Saturday was the day of the big move, which in timing alone was a huge challenge. Tyler was at his apartment and up half the night packing up his belongings, so an early start was out of the question. Rick HAD to be home in time to watch the U of A/ ASU football game which started at 1:30. The window of opportunity was very small. A couple of Tyler’s friends thankfully came and helped-and how we needed them. So, at this point, the house looks like a tornado hit, with boxes and crap everywhere! This causes me great anxiety. That German need for order…… Tyler needs to decide what goes where and I can help from there. But the waiting for that is excruciating….
To top it all off, we have spent the last two nights there, due to the gas leak at our house. I think I may just have to brave the cold and sleep at home tonight. This camping out over there is hard. I can’t just sit still there. I need to be doing. Constantly. Mom’s cats are having to get to know Tyler’s cat, so the hissing and growling is interesting background noise. And seriously, the disarray is more than I can bear-but I know I’ve mentioned that already. Plus the reality/finality of this is sinking in.
The living room is starting to look like Tyler lives there. His artwork is up, some colorful pillows are on the couches (thank you to Patricia for picking some new ones up for us at ikea yesterday) and we have done some major de-cluttering. It’s sad to realize that all the flotsam and jetsam of our lives, that we happily collect and display, just winds up being clutter to those who come after us. It doesn’t matter if it’s cheap trinkets or expensive collectibles, it’s generally just junk to someone else. I’m sitting in my living room now, looking around trying to think of what our kids will do with our stuff (and feeling the need to further de-clutter here). I have collected minerals (rocks) for many years, which thankfully, can be introduced to any decor…… But some of it will be totally without meaning or value to them, no doubt. Even the style of art we collect is a matter of taste and in all likelihood my taste is different than yours or his or hers. I personally, do not care for anything southwestern or desert-y. I prefer something more modern or abstract. One of the many things that make us different from one another. The stacks of mom’s art that will not remain there is growing, but a surprising amount will stay, just re-arranged in a way that makes more sense to fresh eyes. When the tornado stage passes, I will take some photos and post them here.