I’m still having to let blogging and my internet involvement fall to the wayside in favor of my ‘real life’ obligations. But I might be starting to see a teeny-tiny speck of light at the end of the tunnel.
This is what my living room looked like last night:
Those boxes covered an area 10 x 7 feet and higher than my head in some places. Mr. Kim says that this is 350 cubic feet (I have to trust him on this as I am number challenged). This is basically all of our Christmas decorations and tree ornaments. Jonah liked it:
This is what it looked like this morning:
(No, my house is not on fire – I have no idea what the cloud in the lower left hand corner of the photo is – perhaps the ghost of my great-grandmother beginning to materialize to tell me that soap is cheap and elbow grease is free and I need to get cracking). It still needs dusting, vacuuming and some loving care. By then it will be time for:
P.S. The Child is trying to kill me. She’s found an apartment. In a city neighborhood. A basement apartment. With no front door. The entry door is around the back of the house. Which you have to go through a little alleyway between two houses to get to. Ack. Gun shops sell mace, right?