A New House

Not what you think. By the time we get done with our "home" work (that's a play on words for anybody moving a little slowly at the moment), we will be living in a new house, which will actually be our old house. The interior designer came by this evening to help us "stage" our house in order to sell it as quickly as possible (which of course, I am all for).

We took four pages of notes and that's just the stuff we were able to capture on paper. Much more went unwritten and I am hoping we don't forget. I do know that we have to paint three rooms in addition to the touch up work that needs to be done. Further, the bar will be transformed into a sitting room. And the beer cellar - well it will be no more.

By the way, let's stop the count at three days without a beer. I have a cellar to empty. And if you have seen my beer cellar, you know that I could very well be incoherent for the next several weeks...

Furniture is going away. Several chairs, a couch, a love seat, other assorted stuff. Actually lots of assorted stuff. Anything personal - pictures, collectables, the owl knitted by my Grandmother - must go away. Every single pint glass - ouch - must go away. The box people are going to love me!

Did I mention the count stopped at three days without a beer? Oh Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA how I love thee.

I don't know whether I should have a moving party or a beer party. Wait a minute - I just had a brilliant idea...

Listening to: Get Off - Foxy

A special shout out to you disco boys and girls who recall this tune with fondness.