Everyone’s going through ‘The Change’ at our house

image Some of you might’ve noticed it’s been a little quiet here at Ned’s Blog this week, and it will likely continue through next weekend. For anyone visiting for the first time, you obviously won’t have noticed the difference, in which case you’ll just have to take my word for it that this blog is normally Freshly Pressed at least twice a day, sometimes more, depending on your time zone and whether The Sisterwives or Ross Murray have posted anything that day.

It’s embarrassing, really.

For those of you who who are regular followers, please keep the truth to yourselves and don’t spoil it for the newcomers.

The reason things are quiet here, and why I’ve been off the grid for the most part, has nothing to do with forgetting my password or an uncontrollable binge of Cheetos and Rootbeer. And no, it has nothing to do with me having a stroke now that my son has his driver’s permit. At least, not yet. The actual reason is because everyone in our home is going through The Change. And by that I mean changing where we live.

If you’ve read my Let Me Explain Myself page, then you know the story behind our 115-year-old home. We’ve lived there for nearly 20 years, most of which I’ve spent fixing things — and the last eight of which has been with our blended family of six. As much as I’ve enjoyed those years in our home, we’ve come to accept that we’ve outgrown it. While four teens and two adults sharing only one full bath has made us closer as a family, that closeness has become awkward now that everyone has developed body hair.

Last week, we officially signed the paperwork for a new home that we’ve been preparing to move into. Part of that process, in addition to sorting through 20 years worth of crap treasures, has been turning what was previously a workshop area into a bedroom. The first step was taking out all of the cabinets and work tables except for one that my son wants to keep. The rest I moved into the garage to create a work area. By referring to it as a “work area,” I know my tools will be safe because our children will never set foot in it.

As proof of this endeavor, I am offering a time-lapse photo montage of yesterday’s project…

This is how I generally look before a big project, full of anticipation and excitement, at least until I drop something on my thumb or foot.

This is how I generally look before a big project, full of anticipation and excitement, at least until I drop something on my thumb or foot.

The first step was to divide the cabinets into sections. The second step was to remember NOT to stand on the side that was going to fall away after being sawed through...

The first step was to divide the cabinets into sections. The second step was to remember NOT to stand on the side that was going to collapse after being sawed through…

There's nothing like the feeling of watching your plan come together. And by that I mean a health plan that includes a chiropraactor...

There’s nothing like the feeling of watching your plan come together. And by that I mean a health plan that includes a chiropraactor…

This reminds me: I still haven’t seen the latest “Saw” movie yet. What sequel are they on now, “Saw XV: A New Blade?”

“Clean as you go” is a mantra that my father instilled in me since the days of potty training…

Look what I found!! On a personal note, I've had three major life-changing moves over the years — moves that altered the course of things for the better: Moving from California to Oregon as a teen; moving into my first apartment in Texas; and moving back to Florence 20 years ago and buying our home. While pulling out the cabinets, I found this. I had to smile — it's always a good sign in my experience...

Look what I found!! On a personal note, I’ve had three major life-changing moves over the years — moves that altered the course of things for the better: Moving from California to Oregon as a teen; moving into my first apartment in Texas; and moving back to Florence 20 years ago and buying our home. In each case, I found a marble somewhere. While pulling out the cabinets, I found this. I had to smile — it’s always a good sign in my experience…

As much as I like the look of wanes coating, a 2x4 running the length of the wall isn't exactly the feel we are going for...

As much as I like the look of wanes coating, a 2×4 running the length of my son’s bedroom wall isn’t exactly the feel we are going for…

Sorry, Gerlado. Apparently Al Capone didn't hide anything in here, either...

Sorry, Gerlado. Apparently Al Capone didn’t hide anything in here, either…

I admit, this doesn't look anything like the lifting techniques in the safety handbook...

I admit, this doesn’t look anything like the lifting techniques in the safety handbook…

To be precise, I used a meauring tape, which told me the width I needed was exactly 23 inches and two of those little lines...

To be precise, I used a meauring tape, which told me the width I needed was exactly 23 inches and two of those little lines…

Putting the final piece in place, I suddenly realized I was on the wrong house... OK, not really. But looking at this photo,I have to wonder: Where did my mouth and chin go?

Putting the final piece in place, I suddenly realized I was in the wrong house… OK, not really. But looking at this photo, I have to wonder: Where did my mouth and chin go?

The room is now on hold until the flooring arrives next week, which we’ll use to cover the concrete floor. I tried to convince my son to let us keep the concrete so we could just hose his room down once a week. He actually considered it for a moment when I told him it would mean he wouldn’t have to vaccuum.

Oh, and in case you were wondering what I did with all those cabinets…

My new work area. Did I mention we're going to keep an extra fridge in the garage? Did I also mention Dos Eques is cheaper by the palette?

My new work area. Did I mention we’re going to keep an extra fridge in the garage? Did I also mention Dos Eques is cheaper by the pallet?

Next weekend is going to be our official move-in day, which means this weekend and all of next week we’ll be packing and prepping. I’ll be posting my newspaper column here on Monday as always, but chances are it’ll be another quiet week here at Ned’s Blog.

Unless I drop a cabinet on my foot again…

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(Ned Hickson is a syndicated columnist with News Media Corporation. His first book, Humor at the Speed of Life, is available from Port Hole Publications, Amazon.com or Barnes & Noble.)

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68 thoughts on “Everyone’s going through ‘The Change’ at our house

  1. You’re just bragging because you didn’t fall off a sawhorse last summer and fracture your knee, Ned. You jurnalists, always showing off…
    Hope the move goes smooth, buddy.

  2. What exactly did you find? Is that a marble? A Canadian coin? I don’t get it. But I can toast you with a Dos Equis, which BTW, my son thought was the same as XXX. Adults only entertainment. I guess it sort of is, now that I think about it. I hope you have ice packs at the ready for late 40s lumbar strain.

  3. Well shoot, I am thoroughly impressed! Well done.

    I’ve been trying to convince hubby that we need to move, but so far no luck. I even mentioned that we don’t have to take the children with us, since they are now at an age where they could probably survive on their own. He’s still not having anything to do with it. Probably afraid he’ll have to remove cabinets or something.

  4. In one shot you have a pencil behind your ear and a hammer in your hand – it looks suspiciously like you are actually a craftsman whereas we all know the real truth that these were staged photos made to make us think you’re the second Harrison Ford…

  5. Congratulations! I’m just finishing renovating a 115-yr-old home and understand the pain of it. NICE WORK on your reconstruction!

    I keep found marbles in a glass thingy that dangles from the spandrels on the front porch. Just in case I lose mine or someone arrives who desparately needs a few.

    • Thank you! And congrats to you as well! It’s definitely a labor of love. With some similarities to giving labor.

      And if I ever show up on your front porch, you’ll know why 😉

  6. We also have been fixing up our house. We started fifteen years ago and the project is still on. We are sixty nine and we figure the house will be complete by the time we are a hundred. But I figure conservatively.

  7. I’ve always loved those family members who gloriously announce they have finally bought their dream house…you know, the one that’s perfectly suited to who they are.

    Only then, you watch several years of Facebook photos about redesign efforts…bigger bedroom, bigger kitchen, bigger garage, bigger mortgage, 2nd mortgage, 3rd mortgage, Bank of America franchise.

    Now, after billions of dollars of renovations to a semi-detached one-bath two-bedroom, you have a fully-divorced five-bedroom, 1 and a half bath, double-foam, cinnamon-sprinkled, neighbour killer. And you look back and think: “This house really isn’t us any more”

    Call the realtor…we’re moving to something that really suits who we are.

    And so, I rent. Hell, I don’t even plan on buying my casket. Let them evict me from that.

  8. Congratulations, Ned! I thoroughly enjoyed the photojournalism – and so did my fellow airport companions when I laughed out loud at the “clean as you go.”
    I’m thrilled that I now how photographic proof of you finding your lost marbles.
    That said – I was distracted by how much fun I would have had taking a sledge hammer to those cabinets. That’s how we remodel in our neck of the woods 😉

  9. I believe it is easier to go through the “real change” (which I just happen to be doing, yeah I know TMI), anyways, than actually moving. We too would have over 20 years of crap, oh I mean treasures to move and the thought of that is just like a horror movie.

  10. I actually was wondering where you were! Really! Glad it’s not a stroke or anything and that you are surviving the prep for the move. I am so impressed with your Bob The Builder abilities! I too was wondering where your nose and chin had gone in that pic. Ha,ha,ha! Best of luck with it all. 🙂

  11. All the best with the move! I don’t think though that you found a marble, I think you’re losing your marbles and that was one of the ones that got loose. 😉

  12. My husband says that none of the other husbands finish household-type projects in the same decade that they start them…why should he raise the bar and make it tougher for everybody else, he says…yet you appear to be finished, or nearly so.

    He’s in so much trouble… 😉

    • Thanks 😉 And that tool belt is special. It was my Dad’s. It’s hard to see in the photos but the belt strap and buckle clasp are actually made out of an old VW seatbelt. Very classy.

  13. You know, a guy with a tool-belt is pretty sexy. Do you have any lederhosen to go with it?

    Is Wane the name of your painter? Just wondered what kind of coating he provides that you usually like.

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