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…
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…
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…