Monday Spent Moving Fish Tanks; Tuesday Spent Reflecting the Move; Wednesday has yet to come.

Oh my. Home renovations are complete. Actually they were complete Monday. The hardwood floors are done, on both floors, and on a last minute decision, we pulled out the carpet in the bedrooms and replaced it, as well, with new carpet. Also the kitchen and bathroom(s) tile jobs turned out quite well. They both look definitely snazzier than before, and with the new appliances it gives this old country house a kind of modern edge. Plus, I just love the fact that the refrigerator is so . . . new . . . and clean, as mine isn't. It shares the grime of a decade, from myself and all the previous tenants . . . ugh.

I must say I am excited. Yesterday we put the trim up, and I must say that with a fresh coat of paint and new floors the interior is just . . . lit up. It's refreshing. I've never lived in a place that was so bright and . . . new looking. I'm also, quite ecstatic about the fact that the hardest part of the move is over, as I took the day off of work yesterday and moved the fish tanks out there. They made it fine . . . it was just a pain to do. I had a friend with a truck come and help me, and even with both of us loading the truck and my Subaru Outback station wagon completely full each time we finally made it in three trips . . . three very tense trips. Each time we got to the house, we immediately unloaded and began set-up . . . reestablished the tanks, and then left to restart the process again. They look good in the house, though. But I suppose anything would against the bare space, since they're the only furniture in there.

Because of this, the moving of fish tanks, John and I slept in the house last night. We stayed because it a critical point in reestablishing the tanks, and I wanted to be there if one of them happened to crash in sometime between that afternoon and the next morning. We're staying again tonight, for the fish for the same reason. Right now, we have a blow up mattress set-up in the living room, covered with the usual of blankets and sleeping bags and pillows. And, well, it seems that there is more foodstuffs in this house than back at the flat . . . John, produced blueberries, strawberries, kiwi, mangoes, and a variety of breads this morning for breakfast . . . all of which have been absent at the flat for weeks. I mustn't lie and say it wasn't delicious though.

Well. I must stop. John and I are going out to grab a bite to eat for dinner. Ta-Ta.