Book-buried alive

It happened! We purchased a house and moved all our innumerable possessions and broke our arms and backs hauling my library down a ramp made from a cut-down fence and spent all week unpacking. But goodness gracious it is nice to spread out our things and discover all the little DIY oddities left behind by a family that inhabited the same house for decades.

And all it cost was my first born son

Things I already love:

• The day after we moved I got up at 5 a.m., put on my Star Trek bathrobe, and sat down at our dining room table with a mug of coffee warming my hands and a kitty warming my lap. There were birds playing in the tangled canyon greenery in our yard. Birds! And not the creepy death crows that lurked by our apartment pool waiting to peck out the eyes of weak swimmers. Nah, these are legit “you live with nature now” birds.
• So quiet!! No freeway, no sharing walls with Xbox One Guy or Irish Pride Family.
• Um, this hilarious laundry chute between the bathroom and the hall closet, through which you can spy on people in the shower. When it’s shut you get a yawning hell mouth in the closet.

I say! How does a kitteh get any privacy around here?

Oh and I wasn’t lying about hell mouth

Things I already miss:

• Hot water. Why isn’t our propane tank connected even though it was during the inspection? Welcome to the joys of home ownership, wherein there are no longer apartment managers to abuse whenever something breaks.
• Mirrors?? There are no mirrors, not even in the bathroom. But I lied, this is actually an opportunity in disguise because if there is something I love doing it’s picking out mismatched home decorations. Uh oh, it also looks like we’re going to need a truckload of clocks!!
• The general sense that I won’t in fact be attacked by a zombie one of these nights, because NOW I own the land containing THIS:

I really hope Max was a beloved family pet

There is a never-ending list of house projects for us to get through, but I’ll save those for another post. I have a growing impression of the prior head of household, and let’s just say I am imagining a man with a tool belt and the determination to use it, gods be damned.

[ETA: We did in fact fix our propane and buy a medicine cabinet since I started drafting this post. Huzzah!]