In Which We Begin to Move In

Today we moved in to our new apartment. We're here. The furniture (and sundry other things, several of them unexpected) that belongs with the apartment is here. Our two suitcases are here. The rest will get here at some point.

The place is filthy. I hadn't realized quite how remarkably dirty it is- especially the kitchen. So, I've been alternately scrubbing and relaxing. A pretty simple scrubbing seems to be making quite a difference, but I think it will take a few scrubbings to get the place actually clean. Also- somehow, without all the things, it has become rather more apparent how sad the furniture is. So, I guess we'll have to devise some ways of disguising it. This may take some creativity.

Our bed arrives sometime in the next 4 hours, unless something goes oddly.

So- a great deal of excitement, and some upcoming hard work.

The Weekend, Rather Belatedly

This last weekend was quite a mixed bag- Sunday especially. Shabbos feels like a gizillion years ago, already. We were with a friend in Long Island, and had a very lovely, very relaxing time. She was also utterly amazing to us, and got up before the crack of dawn in order to drive us to pick up a rental car on Sunday morning (the crack of dawn happened while we were on the way, as far as we could tell). Otherwise, we were going to have had to go back into Manhattan on Saturday night, find someone to stay with, then get up even Earlier, in order to get there. She saved us something like 3 hours of travel time, as well as a gigantic quantity of anxiety. She really deserves a tribute (she'll get a thank you note, and some sort of present, as I gradually get caught up on my crocheting projects. There are also a few baby hats to make- but once I have the right yarn, those tend to be very fast.)

Once we picked up the rental car, we promptly got lost, but it was a fairly brief period of being lost. After that, I would say that the drive down to the wedding we attended was uneventful, except that the rain would occasionally become an event, all in itself. H was doing all the driving, and was totally incredible (this is definitely a post for superlative-implying adjectives), but nevertheless... It was grey, and dreary, and hard to see, and very, very wet.

The wedding itself was very sweet. Very personal, with an overtone of "put together quickly, with mild awkwardness", and very genuine. Very little dancing. taylweaver was a fine partner for impromptu shtick development (rolling oranges, primarily). Definitely one of the more individual weddings I've been to. Also, one of the shorter ones. It was quite lovely to see several friends that I haven't seen in ages and ages, as well.

On the drive back, we shared a car (H still drove, the whole way) with two more friends and their little one- who were also kind enough to host us for Sunday and Monday nights, and to let me generally hang out with them for significant periods of time during the day as well. The first 3ish hours of the drive were actually a great deal of fun- we did a lot of singing, which was both entertaining for us adults and kept the baby happy and calm. Then I got overwhelmed (I'm not used to so much driving straight through- I wanted my 15 minute break time), and one of the friends got a nasty migraine, so we couldn't really stop. And then we hit traffic. And it started to rain again. And things got very, very stressful.

In the end, we got back to the city just fine, but our friends, wanting to be able to sleep, offered to pay for keeping the car an extra day, so that we could all just go to sleep, rather than some subset of us taking it back to the rental place. This plan worked out in the end, (and was still, including parking the thing in Manhattan overnight, about $30 less than if the three of them had taken the train back). Nevertheless- it left me feeling very confused about the day: was it a good one or not? I'm still not entirely sure. It's funny how some events color one's memory more than others.