I feel like I've been in my own little world these past five days. I will attempt to record here some of the highlights:
After all my ranting, we are now officially in our house. Notice I say "in", not unpacked. The latter will take a substantial amount of time considering I plan on re-painting most of the house and unpacking seems a bit premature right now (i'm sooo overwhelmed!) But, backing up, the closing on Friday went extremely well (I have very strong writing fingers). Our realtor brought us a bag of potatoes; a joke to symbolize cheep meals for the next thirty years as we pay off this mortgage. She, being clever like she is, remembered overhearing a conversation I was having with my mother on how cheap potatoes are (some things really do amaze me) and how much I do love potatoes. Don (previous owner) came bearing gifts of keys, keys, keys. This man has keys. We have at least five sets of each key to each door in the house, bless his heart, and they are all color coordinated. That is, he painted the key to match how he painted the lock. Brilliant. Then it was off to move, with the help of my wonderful brothers, mother and step-dad. Johnny (step-dad) seemed to think we could finish moving by noon, or at least was his agenda. I'm not sure who, exactly, he was competing against for fastest move ever, but he was on a mission, I assure you. Johnny is an interesting guy. I may go into that later; then again, maybe I won't.. who knows. Lathen was off to work in the afternoon and I was left in a house full of boxes. Did I mention how overwhelmed I felt? Needless..I was literally paralyzed and didn't even know where to begin, so I sat on the couch and watched TV all night with my dogs and cat. I waited up for Lathen (it seemed like the thing to do) and we both went to bed at approximately 3:30 a.m. Saturday, July 28, 2001, happy, content, exhausted... homeowners. absorb.

Saturday proved to be just as exhausting. I awoke with a list of millions of "things-to-do" bouncing around in the ol' brainsponge, and we walked around the house trying connect the "to-do" with the object.. nothing was connecting. Nothing made sense. We went for donuts. When we returned, we sat at the dining room table, ate donuts, talked about what we needed to do, made a list... took a nap. We both slept until the doorbell rang. Nicole - best friend - stopped by with a peace lilly for our lovely dwelling. I must say I feel so bad now because I was, literally, half asleep as I showed her around the place. I really felt kind of stoned. I must call and apologize. After she left, I continued sleeping until the doorbell rang once again, this time two friends, Tammy and Kristal. I did a better job of waking up this time and showed them around, as well. We then sat on the living room floor gossiping for awhile. I feel like a very bad hostess considering I didn't even have anything to offer to drink except my brothers' leftover Pabst Blue Ribbon in the fridge, but I was too embarrassed about that. I think having company will be much nicer once I have at least my living room set up to my standards; and maybe before I invite everyone over to my new house on moving day, i should at least make a trip to the grocery store. Alas.. the perils of naivitivity. Don't worry... more to come......................