odd fascination

Ivy didn't have access to the bathrooms in the other house.  Being that the layout of the new house is somewhat different and that Ivy is a bit older now and more reliable as far as roaming is concerned, she been able to explore this uncharted territory.  And she seems fascinated. 

Often I find her in there just looking around.  One day she was just sitting in the middle of the room.  Another day she was obviously more relaxed.

She is most intrigued by the shower.  For faster drying purposes, we had a habit of leaving the doors open.  Old habits do die hard.  We learned that this habit needs to be nipped in the bud.

One never realizes how dirty a dog's paws really are until they are wet.

She usually keeps me company while I dry my hair.

Sometimes she can't get close enough.

I don't know if or when her bathroom lust will grow old.  It's pretty funny though.  My previous dog had zero interest in bathrooms.

moved

It was a looooooong process.  I decided that I didn't want movers inside the old house or the new house, so we moved EVERYTHING ourselves.  Well, everything but the things in the garage and sheds.  Anything that could be moved right from the outside to the outside or the garage to the garage I let the movers do.  But that left the entire house for us to move.  Four bedrooms, two offices, TV room, living room, kitchen, attic, and basement... ALL of it.  To a slightly smaller house.  It took a whole week, with mostly 12 hour days.

I certainly got a lot of exercise.  On the last day, my watch told me this.

Honestly, I'm sure I did more than 26,821 steps that day.  And the watch doesn't count the furniture and boxes that I lifted.

Looked like the Beverly Hillbillies.

Me following to make sure nothing falls off.

I have to say that I felt pretty good doing it all.  It wasn't until about three days after we settled in that I felt like I was going to die.  Yesterday I was so exhausted that I did not want to get out of bed.  Of course then I wondered if it was covid-19, but seeing that I didn't get any worse, I figured not.  I mean, I literally have not been anywhere but between the two houses for the past two weeks.

Even Ivy was exhausted.

I did finally get the kitchen organized.  It looked like this for a couple of days.

Our paper towel island

It did clean up nicely.  Ivy seems to approve.

When the house was being built, we decided to do the closets ourselves.  We used some temporary clothing racks to hang things.  Mine was also too tired to play nice.

It actually fell over twice. 

The basement is a hot mess.  It's full of things that either don't fit or that we are playing keep or don't keep.  We probably should have done that before we moved it all, but things were so crazy.

Kind of like what my old attic looked like.

Emotionally it was hard, but being so busy made it easier not to think about.  I did have a few moments here and there when I got weepy.  The last morning I woke up in my old bedroom, I took a long look at my view.  I will miss it.

The first morning from my new bedroom, I took a long look at my view.  I have much closer neighbors, as you can see.

If it's possible to be in love with a structure, then I'm in love with that garage.  It belongs to the neighbors behind me.  I keep saying I want to buy it from them.

The neighbor to the side of me has a lovely weeping cherry tree.  My outdoor patio set and bird feeder complement it nicely.

It has become my afternoon tea spot.

There's that garage I want.  And that orange thing is our kayak. Don't know where to put that yet. 

I was going to post pics of the outside of both houses, but I can't seem to locate them.  I'll get around to that.

Hope you are all doing well.