The Labor Day weekend is now behind us. It was certainly a productive one. Hubby worked so hard to make one of his dreams come true - park our two cars in our two-car garage. He carried every single thing in the garage to the back patio (in an effort to keep garage-sale hopefuls from stopping by). He then swept and washed the garage floor before starting the process in reverse order. Many things did not return to the garage, they are at home in a spare closet, the backyard shed or destined for donation.
We still have boxes to unpack - will there ever be a time when we won't? But Hubby's dream came true. We are now parking both vehicles in the garage, but first -
a little decorating. His garage ALWAYS features a life-sized Humphrey Bogart poster. The original Bogey didn't survive the move eastward. But an exhaustive Internet search resulted in a new poster last Christmas. He happily unveiled it yesterday. Daisy was NOT amused and spent several minutes growling at the interloper.
Another project that is underway is changing out lighting. When we changed out the powder room light, we purchased the same fixtures for the baths upstairs. Out with the old -
and in with the new.
That's more like it. Next up was the dining room light. I didn't get a photo before it came down, but here it is in the donate pile.
And now our dining room fixture.
Yes, this is the third home we have installed it in. Each time we have prepared to move, we head to Home Depot and find something suitable and neutral to hang in its place before the 'For Sale' sign goes up. I would hate to leave it behind.
Also on the way out is the giant Red Sox foam finger. Youthful-Sister-In-Law brought it home as a gag souvenir from her adventure at Fenway Park. I was told I had to keep it until I lived in California again. I have fulfilled the requirement - even sending her the photo as evidence.
It is now in the donate pile, too.
So as not to leave you thinking that I rested on my laurels while Hubby slaved, I did more trim painting. I will spare you the photos as it is just more of the same. And there you have it, the Labor Day weekend was certainly a weekend of labor for us. It sure felt good!
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