10 Hostas : 10 Portents of Doom

After a week of silence, I have a lot to share.  We moved a little over a week ago, but lots of stumbles and surprises happened along the way, only one of which included no internet or cable until two days ago.  I had no idea that moving to a house built in 1965 would be like moving to 1965!

On Friday, as I pulled into our new driveway to walk through  our newly acquired house, the sight that greeted me first was the 10, count them, 10 healthy Hostas.  Readers of this blog know how I feel about these little green wonders, so I was none too pleased.  Little did I know the little wretches were really portents of the disasters to come - 10 in all - throughout the week.

The weekend went smoothly.  On Saturday, The family and I went to the house so that I could paint.  Beringer and Brett went to the grocery store to fill our empty cupboards and Urban and I set to turning the boys' room from sunny yellow to neutral grey.  Urban used the brush while I used the roller.  He did an excellent job considering this was his first time!

The next day was moving day for the four of us, and a team of 8 family and friends plus Brett and I filled the free moving truck (Yep, you read that right, FREE truck, THANKS COUSINS JACKIE AND GARY!!!) within an hour and were off to the new house to unload and then fill ourselves on Famous Dave's BBQ before heading back for one more load.  Things went very smoothly and not a single thing was broken, which is more than I can say for our last pro move!

With the help of my friend, Cayle, I was able to assemble the boys' beds so that they had a comfortable and familiar place to sleep the first night, and, after all the excitement of the day, it's a good thing.  Brett and I were relegated to the floor as our bed would not arrive until Tuesday with Mom's things. We thought that our air mattress would serve us well.  Too bad, it had served the cats well too and was full of little slow leaks.  Every time one of us would roll over it would launch the other off the edge of the mattress or drive an elbow directly into the hardwoods prompting a flick of the switch and the monstrous whir of the mattress inflating again.  It was not a peaceful night in the least.  But we were there.

Although the sleepless night might be seen as the first Doom-Hosta, I'm not counting it.  You'll see why...