Tuesday, March 26, 2013


The movers showed up at 8 a.m. Saturday, right on time.  A few minutes after 11, they left with a full truck and our home now empty.  Less than two hours later we showed up in Phoenix to find the truck waiting for us!  Amazingly, they had beaten us there somehow.  Several  hours later everything was unloaded and into our new home.  Staggering a bit, we looked around at a complete mess with unpacked boxes everywhere.  It's achieving some normality now but still a lot of it looks like this.

Here's our temporary breakfast area, currently serving as a sorting space.

SWMBO and I are aching from muscles that had atrophied over the years suddenly being forced into movement.  I won't show you the rest of the inside of the house at this time.  (SWMBO would kill me!)  But we have DIRECT TV hooked up to our aging television sets though we really haven't had time to enjoy it yet.  Some time, maybe today, we'll go buy a big flat screen t.v. for the living room.  It will be sandwiched by two book shelves.  SWMBO won't start shelving until she knows how big the screen is and how far to move the shelves out.  But she hates that.  Her theory is that a house is not a home until there are books shelved and showing.

So, here's a bit of the outside area.

We live in a golf course community and the golfers come right past our back yard.  That's part of the course in the center of the picture over our block wall and our neighbor's wrought iron fence.

We are happy to have a large shrub of mock roses.

One corner of the back yard has a large palm tree sandwiched by two citrus trees.  I think the one on the left is an orange tree and the other is a lemon tree.

Oh, yes it is.  Here's the proof.

The fruit on the tree is obviously from last year's crop as both trees are blooming and our evening cocktail hour on the patio is fragrant with the smell of the blossoms.

So we are now, once again, residents of Phoenix, Arizona.  Further updates will undoubtedly follow.


Lowandslow said...

Moving is indeed an ordeal. I'd rather take a beating than do it, but sometimes you've just gotta bite the bullet and go for it. I'm sure in a few more days this will all be behind you and then the enjoyment can begin.

One thing nice about living on a golf course is you can learn all the newest, greatest curse words. :)


Tom Cochrun said...

Hallelujah! Congrats. As we spoke last night I think you were beginning a special medical regime to relieve your aching muscles. I hope it tasted great. Made me want to have a Martini.

You'll love the flat screen, HD. Incredible how it enhances your viewing

Again, Cheers to you and SWMBO!

TomboCheck said...

The hard part is over, the time-consuming part is ahead. Welcome home!

The Bug said...

Oh I'm glad you're there! And it won't be long until the inside is as lovely as your outside views are.

Tom said...

I agree with all the prior comments. The item that stood out for me is getting your priorities right; the cat's food and water bowls in their place. Wish you and SWIMBO all the very best.

Pixel Peeper said...

Moving is hard, hard work. We moved once from a two-story, three-bedroom house with a basement and garage into a two-bedroom apartment. When the movers left, we had to crawl over boxes just to get to another room.

Good luck unpacking and settling in. I'd use the lemons for some adult beverages!

Thérèse said...

SWMBO is right, it won't be a home till the books are up and ready to be consulted...
But I can see that the cats have been the first ones to be fed :-)
Now you can start an anti-aching cure with the garden's lemons...
Hurry to pick them up so they don't damage the next crop.

Anonymous said...

Bruce, good on you and the wife.


Lucy said...

When life sends you lemons... make something stronger than lemonade!

Take it easy and keep on patiently and you'll soon be as comfy as can be. Good luck!