We are in the house.

Most everything is still in boxes, but we are slowly getting situated. We still don’t have the phone set up, but of course we already have high-speed internet.

So far I have managed to break my toenail off on a box, cut my thumb on a bed frame, and bash my head on a cabinet leaving a cut and a bump. At this rate I am guessing that I will lose 3 fingers and my left leg before we are done fixing things.

The neighborhood seems really nice. My next door neighbor and his little boys helped me unload the truck for about half an hour, several others have introduced themselves, and one brought a plate of cookies.

The Old Man Across The Street (I have a feeling he will make more appearances on the site) introduced himself and made sure to note, “The people that lived here before sure took good care of that house”. I wish I had said, “Yeah, but look at that manicured lawn! I am against abusing plants like that. It may take a couple of years, but if I leave it alone I think it will heal.”