We got the boot. I knew it was coming and yet I allowed myself to think I had at least a year. The man who owned the house we were renting for cheeeeaaaap passed away, and the kids decided to sell the darn thing despite our threats and hate mail. So I have started packing up, I had planned for a whole week of this drudgery, and after a few hours the house is pretty much boxed and bagged up...besides clothes and kitchen junk. I guess when you only live in a house for 6 months all the junk remembers from whence it came and pretty much just packs it's self up. Or maybe I'm just getting way to good at this. GRRRRRRRRRR! So now I am going a little bit postal sitting in this house with everything packed up waiting to be moved to it's new temporary nuk or krany (what the....how do you spell nuk?)I took a few pictures before I took everything down and boxed it all up. I do that with all the places we leave. I don't know who will find that interesting in 20 years, I surely won't. "Oh look, here is all of our stuff arranged into this room, oh and here is another configuration." Our great grandchildren will fight over the possession of those photos. Oh well, I can't help myself.
This is the view you would have of the back living room off the kitchen if you were 8 feet tall.
That pipe light you see...yup, Jake made that.
This is the front living room (not a fan of having 2 living rooms), from this side.
And from the other side. I think everyone needs a crooked bookcase...super classy.We shall not be doing pictures of bedrooms, because who has time to clean and photograph more than 2 rooms in a house....not I.
