We moved into our brand-new winter home about 5-6 weeks ago, good friends from UT came down to help us unpack. Two days later the other DrC was hospitalized for three days with a bleeding ulcer.
Then she came home but was far from healthy, see her description of the situation at her blog, posted yesterday. Over a month later she is much better, but still gets tired easily.
We had planned to be fully moved in and settled by now … no such luck. Her office is still full of boxes as yet unpacked, not all hers but stored there as she can’t use the room anyway.
We are gradually getting things organized. The living and dining rooms are mostly “there,” ditto the bedroom and my office. The kitchen is usable but needs more work, the garage is far from settled, ditto the pantry. And we literally have made no start whatsoever on her office.
No artwork is hung, the empty boxes continue to pile up, and much awaits the recuperation of our “chief esthetics officer,” aka “the other DrC.” We are kinda, sorta “camping out” in our nice new house.
To paraphrase her summary of our situation, we are playing the hand we were dealt, and making the best of a less-than-ideal situation. Better days lie ahead.
