(You are getting two blog posts today because of Internet Issues, and because I probably won’t get back to the cafe for a few more days. So I prewrote these at the cabin over the last couple of days.)
I think my favorite part of moving in is finding the little things that make something feel like it’s yours, like you live here and not some other person whose life is unfamiliar. I love making a new place pretty and it’s been especially fun with the Captain because holy cow, we’re building a home that is ours, not mine or his, but ours. So I put a few of my things out, he puts some of his things out, they go on the same table and viola, at some point, it becomes ours. A painting I gave him sits near a framed photo taken by a woman he lived with decades ago is next to a thing my ex husband gave me while we were married. I am kind of glad to know that love endures and what was precious remains so. That even though time can change the shape of a relationship, the relationship can carry forward in a new incarnation. I like that as we put our home together, we are making space for who we were before these four walls.
It’s nice to walk into our bedroom where I hung the pretty blue candle holders, where his mattress is covered with my quilt, where our dressers frame the window and his funky velvet chair makes a reading nook next to the table I painted, and think, “Hey this is our bedroom that we share.”
It’s a work in progress. But we’re doing it together.
Moving day was a real adventure. The truck came late – which prompted one huge teary meltdown on my part – and they had to repack the 26′ truck 3 times – which prompted a lot of growling on the Captain’s part because we were paying them by the hour. And then, a whole bunch of stuff didn’t ever even make it up the hill because our movers didn’t play enough Tetris games as children. As it turns out, that was probably good. The Nuthouse is not, alas, equipped with Time Lord technology. We had pared down a lot before we left LA, but at some point the other day we realized that we probably didn’t actually need nine spatulas, six frying pans, two pasta pots, and four and a half mismatched sets of silverware for just two people.
One of the things I’ve tried to keep in mind as we’ve set up camp is that saying by William Morris (which I am going to paraphrase) to “Have nothing in your home that is not both useful and beautiful.” Everything we’ve kept is something we’re happy to see when we need it and I think that’s probably rather the point of having things. Yes it’s risky to use the “best” Franciscan vintage plates for every day and they might break, but, why-ever would you not? Life is risky and things break and sometimes they don’t work the way you expected.
You should probably just use the good plates.
Even with all that, space is problematic. We’re finding ourselves having to creatively repurpose things. For example, a DVD rack on top of the old living room bookshelf makes a pretty good china cabinet.
It looks like a DVD shelf sitting on a bookcase.
Travel to the world of Pure Imagination. There now. Isn’t that a great china cabinet? Of course, the trickle down theory of using bookshelves for china cabinets means that this has created issues around storing our actual DVDs and books, but, that’s also a work in progress.
I keep coming back to the idea of just… letting things go. At some point, I realized that I didn’t have to keep all my books just because an author I liked wrote them or because I’d paid money for them once upon a time. How about, and this is a novel idea, just keeping the books I actually enjoyed? It was astonishing, as revelations go, and soon I was rooting through books and merrily packing them back into boxes. Now my shelves are full of my very best friends, the used bookstore in Twain Harte is about to get an infusion of nifty tomes, and I’m walking a little lighter.
The cats are starting to settle in. Panoramic Bird TV at every window is endlessly fascinating to them. Charlie, our Elder Statescat and Gentleman Explorer, would like to go out exploring the woods (he used to be an indoor/outdoor cat), but he is old and rickety like our decking and I have decreed that here on the mountain they are all still Indoor Cats. Here it is not so different from Altadena’s foothills in that we have coyotes, bobcats, raccoons, foxes and other things that would like nothing better than to nosh on a fat, crunchy on the outside, cream-filled cat snack. Soon they will learn that life for Indoor Cats up here on the mountain includes cosy woodstove mornings. I don’t think they’ll mind those. I’m looking forward to their first snowfall! Because as I have said before, snow is a Thing That Happens, here.
Sadly, our waiting on the Rim Fire means that all the time we’d slated for Captain Sexypants to be here to settle in was eaten up and he had to turn around and go back to LA two days after the truck got unloaded. Grip work happens when shows are shooting, and shows are shooting now. The mountain is very quiet with the Captain gone, and I’m not used to quite this much solitude, but, I don’t hate it. I kind of love it.
We haven’t got internet yet, and given some infrastructure issues, we won’t for at least another month or two. I’m planning on using a local cafe for free wi-fi every couple of days at this point. What this means for me and for the shop is slightly longer shipping windows for the next few months and longer response times for conversations. For now, I plan to check the shop every 2 or 3 days, and shipping window is now 1-2 weeks for in stock items. Custom orders remain at 4 – 6 weeks. What that means for my customers is that you probably want to order early if you have a time constraint or want to make a particular date. I can no longer guarantee a short window and won’t be able to until our internet is sorted out. Which will hopefully be before the first snow, but it may not, so order early for Christmas.
No, it isn’t one bit like what we expected.
It’s way better.
Life is funny like that.