Movers — Not my new best friends

We were fortunate we didn’t have to sell our old house before we purchased our new house. We could move first, then stage the old house before we put it on the market…at least that was the plan.

That meant we were leaving some of our furniture in the old house for staging. We planned to stage the basement as a mother-in-law or nanny’s suite and the main floor. The upper floor, with two bedrooms and bonus room would be left empty.

We’d planned to move in one day. Well, that didn’t work out. One mover was hurt. We’d packed and labeled boxes and told them which furniture was to come. When they first arrived we went through the house with them so they could plan their load accordingly, but they couldn’t fit everything on the truck. They said had they arranged things differently, they probably could have…huh?

So, we had a second day of moving. On the second day, I stayed at the new house unpacking while Hubby supervised at the old house. They arrived at the new house with a half empty truck. I’d told them they could bring my art work if they’d be very careful. (I’d planned to move it myself). They didn’t even wrap it.

The next day I went back to the old house and I could have strangled the movers and Hubby too. (He’d actually been working while they loaded.)

Remember the top floor which was to be totally empty. It had boxes and pillows and lamps and other things…about four or five van trips worth.

Plus, they’d asked us to provide power aid for them. There were half drunk bottles of power aid all over the house, not in garbage cans, but in the floor. Boy, did that set me off!

To top it off, it I asked them to carry something upstairs, they’d sigh. Or, if during the initial move I told them something was moving, they acted like it was an imposition to move it.

I saw one of them toss my door wreath out of his way…toss it! They dropped shelves on my hardwood floors; they dropped lots of things. Two of my favorite casserole dishes were broken.

When the house sells I’ll have to do another move. You better believe I won’t be using these guys, and I hope my realtor takes them off his website as one of his recommended movers.

I know moving is seldom pleasant, but this was ridiculous. Do you have a moving story to share? Misery loves company!

~ Kay

Why move?

About a year ago, Hubby bought a little red sports car about the size of a lawn mower. It was to replace the sedan he’d been driving, or so he said. He told me to sell the sedan, but I dragged my feet. I could see him going on a business trip where he needed to drive, taking my SUV and leaving me with the lawn mower. No thank you.

After a few weeks, even he admitted, little red car (LRC) was best on back roads because it was pretty intimidating on interstates when you could see underneath big trucks. He learned new routes to work and enjoyed it until it got really, really hot. Then he went back to the sedan. Fall was perfect for LRC, but we had a rough winter and come spring he admitted he was glad I hadn’t sold the sedan.

However, we only had a two-car garage and he didn’t like keeping a car outside a garage so maybe, just maybe, we should look for a house with a three car garage. Huh?

Well, I love to look at houses. When we first got married it was one of our favorite past-times, so I was game. But, to keep us in check, we made a list of priorities of what we wanted in a new home, should we buy one. Number one: three car garage. Number two: garden spot, Number three: a great back yard, etc.

We went to some new developments and met a realtor who swamped us with listings. I went out of town to visit my sister and Hubby met me at the airport with the news we had an appointment to view a house that afternoon (after I’d taken the redeye from Seattle). We got to the house which had just come on the market that day and it already had two offers. It was a great house…a little far out, but a great house. It had a three car garage, a wonderful back yard with a salt water pool. We made an offer, but didn’t get the house.

I went to bed (redeye, remember?) but Hubby stayed up to make a plan. The next morning he announced we could sell LRC and the sedan and buy a “big” convertible–would I be ok with that? I didn’t know; I’d never driven a big convertible, but as it turns out with a hard top, it’s just like a real car so that worked for me. We proceeded with the car reduction plan which meant we no longer needed a three car garage, but…

We kept getting those listings. Then our youngest son and his wife said they might try to start a family soon so all of a sudden the house search moved from east of the city to south of the city where they live. We want to be near our yet to be conceived grandchild. Houses here are more expensive and we bought a house with about 800 less sq ft that cost about 100k more.

The garage is smaller than at our other house. We could probably put a small garden in our fabulous back yard. It’s an open floor plan, and we’ve been sleeping here a little over a week. Although there are still boxes to unpack and no art is hung (on the limited wall space), it does feel like home. It seems like it is going to be easier to keep neat–of course I have to get it neat in the first place.

We got great patio furniture and I’ve taken lots of work breaks out there. The neighbors are wonderful. (Our old neighbors were great too.) Next on the agenda is to get the other house on the market…that saga will be the next blog.



Dancing Fools

Here are The Tappin’ Dolls at our recent recital. We have one 40 year old (bless her heart). The rest of us are in our 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s. There are 16 of us, though I don’t think all of us are in any of these casual shots.

We were in the same program as the little kids so the audience got to see dancers from 3 to 73.












Hope you enjoyed!

~ Kay

*In memory of Dorothy Rainer Sellars, my dance teacher in the 1960’s, who passed away in June 2013.

I’m back…again

Wow! Lot’s has happened since I last blogged.

About a year ago, I stopped my routine of blogging three times a week so I could finish my second novel, which I did.

Unfortunately, while the book was “aging” (before I started the editing and rewriting phase) I didn’t get into the habit of consistently posting. Oh, I wrote MANY posts–in my head…they just didn’t make it to my website.

I had great plans to post fabulous pictures from our three week trip to Italy in October and share some of the adventures we had there. Unfortunately, a couple of days before we were scheduled to come home, we learned my dad was much sicker than we’d thought. By the time we returned, he was in Hospice.

Hubby had to go to Germany on a business trip the next week, and I waited for him to return to travel to my Dad’s. He was much further along than we’d thought. We walked in and knew we were there “until the end.” I called my sister in Seattle who’d planned a trip about three weeks later and told her if she wanted to see him while he still was alert she needed to come immediately. She arrived the next day. A week later he was in a coma and two weeks later he died.

I blogged some during that time–more processing my feelings than anything, because the posts certainly weren’t planned.

I had a hard winter. I worked with a grief counselor and even went to a week-long intensive grief group which really helped me push through my sadness. It’s been a long seven months, but I’m much better and have made a lot of progress.

I continued to attend tap dance class as an outlet. We had a competition in March and our recital last weekend. We did four numbers. Don’t let anybody tell you “old women” can’t dance! The Tap N Dolls (mostly in our 50’s, 60’s and 70’s) won a Platinum Award for “Dancin’ Fool” and a High Gold Award for “I Move On” at competition. Each judge got to give two special awards and one of the three judges selected us for an award she named the “Heart of Dance” Award showing dance has no age limit. Here are links if you want to see us in action.

Dancin’ Fool

I Move On

I have some fun recital pictures I’ll post soon.

Our sixty-five year old former Rockette teacher couldn’t dance with us during competition because she had double knee replacement surgery, but five weeks after her surgery she was doing the steps behind us in her tennis shoes and a week later she was back in her tap shoes. We performed five dances at the rehab center where she went after her surgery, and she was the star of the show. Of course she was in the recital.

I’m happy to say my writing muse has returned. I’ve found a writing partner who inspires me. I’ve finished the rewrite of my second novel and have done yet another rewrite of the first. Unfortunately, my agent left the business, and I’m waiting to see if someone else at the agency wants to represent me. If not, I’ve got two solid manuscripts ready to query.

I also sold a short story to an anthology which should come out in hard cover and e-format this summer.

And in the middle of this, we decided to MOVE. No good reason, we just did. We are downsizing which is stressing me out since I don’t know what to keep and what to let go. We were in our old house eleven years and accumulated a lot of stuff. We’ve waited to put it on the market until after the move so we could paint and clean and stage it with extra furniture. It really looks good and we are about ready to list it. Meanwhile, at the new, much smaller house, I’m drowning in well-labeled boxes, trying to figure where I’m going to put everything. It’s about thirty minutes between the houses and my cleaning lady and painter have been priceless during the process. But, even so, I’m dealing with major stress, so what am I doing?

BLOGGING! I’m back! Yep! It took the stress of all that to get me back to the keyboard. The good news is I have enough “moving” stories I could blog for weeks just about the move.

Today, a nice rainy day when I could have accomplished much I took three naps. We’ll get it done…somehow. And I bet you’ll see more of me during the next few weeks. Procrastination trumps unpacking.

~ Kay