The whirlwind of activity building up to the house warming celebration this past weekend was intense. The bathroom on the main floor had to be finished, the pantry had to be built, and the house had to be cleared of sanding dust, construction debris and tools before it could get a proper pre-party clean. The time crunch took us to the brink of insanity.
Veteran's day, Mom came over and the yard work that had been relegated to a back-burner project was resumed with a vengeance. We raked leaves, thrashed edges, groomed trees and eventually when the lawn mower decided to start working we mowed. It was like giving a baby his first haircut.
Before lunch time, the house glowed with love on the outside so I made sandwiches and we started hanging pictures and arranging furniture inside. Russ had put curtains up in the living room and it looked cozier for it, but the stark walls rankled me to no end. Mom and I found spots for the few apartment-sized pictures I had to hang and day-dreamed about the someday wall dressings. I hauled the remaining boxes from the garage to the attic. I fought back panic as the large loft space became filled with Clutter. I pledged to attack those boxes after the housewarming. I told myself that the disheveled stacks of unused items (junk!) were only temporary ....
I didn't have much time to contemplate ... organize or discard ... the junk because we were off to the shops down the street for some final touches. Hand towels and a waste bin for the downstairs bathroom; Paper goods and juice for the party.
The morning of the party, Russ re-installed the sink and toilet in the little bathroom, hung my hand towels and added a hook-and-eye lock and a bar of soap. I filled the pantry with food items stashed on kitchen counters, filled a curio cabinet with pretty things (more boxes unpacked!) vacuumed, dusted, polished, prepared, set-out all that I thought we might need for the party.
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