Monday, October 25, 2010


It's all good fun, until someone loses an eye

And then, of course, it's just one-eyed fun.

(note here, nobody lost an eye during this move ... the rest? Yeah, it happened. And it hurt)

Did I mention that we were moving house? I think I must have, but then again I'm elderly and forget things a lot. Anyhow, the reason I haven't been here is that we've been moving. And this is part of the tale of that move.

It's also all good fun until you break a toe.

Which I did. Couldn't wear a shoe for a month, which is so much fun in the Pacific Northwest during the "wet and cold" season. No, really. It's been special.

It starts being less fun when you drop a heavy dresser upon the toe that only has half a nail and it breaks the nail and drives it into the nailbed and then there's blood and guts everywhere.

That part wasn't fun at all. (ok so there weren't guts. Toes don't have guts. But if they did, believe me, they would have been everywhere.)

I sorta thought I was ok, and then I got into the bath seeing I was bruised head to toe and utterly exhausted and my kid went, "Um. There's sort of a lot of blood on your foot."

I said, "oh, no, there isn't." But she assured me that there was and it was sort of dripping everywhere and was alarming her.

I acknowledged the wound, told her where to get bandages and tape and so forth.

She patched me up and asked "do I have to take you to the hospital?" which struck me at the time as being hilariously funny, as ten year olds don't usually "take" someone to the hospital.

I declined to seek medical assistance. It's still all fucked up, about a month later, but I still think I chose the right thingie. They would have bandaged it up, said "there's nothing we can do; give it time" and then charged the taxpayers $2300 or something for it.


Oh yeah ... and it's all good fun until you fall down the back stairs of the house. I thought there were five. There were, in fact, six. I did a total swan dive and landed with most of my weight (which isn't very much, but is still too much to land on) on my right knee, which still isn't ok.

So um. The move to the new house is done. DONE. I have three bins of fleece still at the old house and I'm not entirely sure I'm not going to just leave it there.

This was THE WORST MOVE EVAR. I'm startled that I'm still functioning, quite frankly.

I've been beaten, I've been raped and I've been robbed. I've miscarried a much-wanted child and I've had two breast tumours. (And please don't start to feel sorry about me for those -- I've gotten past all of it and I'm just fine.) But I really don't think I've ever had a worse experience than this house move.


We are in the new house. It's fantastic. We have way too much shit and there are boxes to the fucking ceiling; it's an utter disaster and will be for at least another month.


I have a kitchen that works and I've been cooking, quite a lot. We have a washer and a dryer. The bath is big and huge and wonderful and we have ENDLESS hot water. And there's a dishwasher.

I have a big pine tree right outside the window of my bedroom. It's pretty as all-get-out. I have a DISHWASHER. (I know I said that before but I'm so in love with it I had to mention it again.)

And there are no rats. None. At all. A spider or two, but no rats. I feel safe here. I am going to miss the wildlife, but it's a small price to pay for safety.

So ... welcome home to me. This is a peaceful place and there is room for me to work.

Regular blogging will commence shortly. And the Etsy store will be open again tomorrow.

Right now, I'm-a-gonna go lie in the bath. And maybe add hot water.

Crikey. I feel all queasy about your toe on your behalf.

The hot water sounds *wonderful*.
Well, then. Welcome home!

Dishwashers are amazing things. I love mine tremendously. Living without one fully increases the wonder of having one.
I'm glad you're in a better place with less of a concern of being eaten by rats in the night!
'Do I have to take you to the hospital' - I think I love your daughter.

I'm sorry it sucked - but welcome home! You deserve a nice place. And hey - I hear you have a dishwasher! XO
I don't know, I'm pretty sure I've seen actual toe guts.
Glad you're in your new home, all the fuckwaddery aside... feeling safe and enjoying the view (awesome tree).
btw, I still have unpacked boxes from 3 years ago)
Welcome back, dear, and Welcome Home!
Is that the same toe/foot you dropped the futon on and will there be a colo[u]rway to commemorate it?
Too bad you didn't want to buy my motorcycle boots. Steel toes, you know.
Wait a minute. Did you have toe trauma before? Either you need to get you some steel-capped shoes or you need to wait until after 5 pm to start drinking.

Or else you make all this shit up to get toe pity....
Gah. Toes may not technically have guts, but they have innards.

I did that thought-there-was-one-less-step-than-there-actually-was thing about 15 years ago, so I really feel for you. Took me about two weeks to stop aching like hell.

Take care of yourself.
Well, haven't you been having a TIME, though? I know this isn't exactly the thing you say to bunnies, but "HEAL!!" is what comes to mind. And just for what it's worth, my husband's take on steel-toed shoes is that when you wear them, and drop something heavy on your foot, it just drives the steel right down through and amputates the damn thing. Not that he has any experience to go's just what he says when the subject comes up. Yes, amazingly, it DOES come up. I think I'll go throw some things in the dishwasher and count my blessings. Stay safer, OK?
Oh good gravy, child! That's insanity. Moving is bad, but this one sounds Bad. I prescribe much rat- and spider-free rest and relaxation. And a new toe.
Haven't been here in a bit. I envy you your dishwasher, but not the rest of the story. I had a dishwasher once for about a month till it broke, about 20 years ago...
I fall down the stairs- or up them-, too. I once slipped on a top step, my feet flew up so I was in a straight legged sitting position, and I landed on the edge of the stair tread with my left butt cheek. I am not a featherweight. You can imagine the rest.
Enjoy your new home!
word verification: appoloo Really?
Endless hot water is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

And "It's all good fun, until someone loses an eye. And then, of course, it's just one-eyed fun" made my husband laugh out loud, even though he DOES have a man-cold.
Endless hot water is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

And "It's all good fun, until someone loses an eye. And then, of course, it's just one-eyed fun" made my husband laugh out loud, even though he DOES have a man-cold.
Congratulations on finishing the move. Two things: 1- no matter how bad it was, don't leave fleece behind! 2 - Welcome home!
Every time I've ever had to move, the first thing I do in a new home is read the book The Shining. It's a very good reminder that other people have moved into new homes and they have it a helluva lot worse than I do!
For what it's worth, today is 1-1-11.
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