Today, August 6, 2014 marks a momentous benchmark met. My wife and I have made the move into the Hoarding House-The Project House-Our Home. Much remains to be done at our home and, well our other home. But, it is in keeping with what we seem to have been doing the past few years: sorting, moving stuff about, getting ready for a garage sale, donating stuff and this time selling the home we raised our children in the majority of the time. Tonight I will lay my head at a new residence. New in so many ways if you have followed along. I have two photos for you. One you have seen several times before, the other not.
August 1957. Me at my Auntie’s Front Porch. She took the photo. In these days the home was always well maintained and the inside was a showpiece of California influences, in Portland.
Me, August 2014. 57 years later, I am standing at the same spot. This image was taken by my wife, my steadfast partner throughout this journey.
Somehow this event seems filled with many ironies and I just wanted to share that.
Well, I would have to say, save the heavy big stuff, we are 90% moved from our existing home into the project house…our new home to be. We delayed on getting the movers. We shouldn’t have. Some very heavy pieces make us hesitate to go to the well again with family/friends as they are just too banged up, especially in the lower backs. But, we will overcome this.
So, I have decided to not repetitively bore you with the tiddly stuff on the move. I will take a break here and hopefully, in the not too distant future, post images of the new home set up and put away. Until then, stay cool, thank you for all your love, support and advice. You can always find me over on SwittersB & Exploring, where I take a few moments to photograph and explore. Even this has been a narrow window as I mostly photograph at the homes or along the route between, rarely getting out to fly fish, hike or see nature. But, that is changing too fairly soon!!! Take care and I will be back for one last blast.
Just an update: day after day we have been moving loads to the project house. Small loads with ‘stuff’ culled out for sale and donation. After 20 years here and 12 years elsewhere we have our own accumulation of stuff, treasures, keepers and junk. We are slow going it. Why?
Truth be told, we are just worn out and have been. We re-up, re-energize, re-group, re-plan. It all works in varying degrees each time to get another couple days in. The Patio beckons. Putting the feet up beckons where the only thing nagging is “I should weed today, or should I go fishing?” Well, first I think I will have a cold beverage.
This morning, the long awaited for Reeded Glass kitchen cabinet doors were finally installed and they are fabulous! Truly a nice finishing touch to the after the debacle last Winter with the ‘Artist’. This time the craftsmanship is evident and many thank yous have been forthcoming to all involved.
No gloom, just tired. The light is at the end of the tunnel (again…different goal) and we are not going to arrive in the light so tired and burned out we cannot enjoy the arrival, the completion, the end to one epic journey and the beginning of the rest of our lives and the new challenges ahead with elders, family, health…life.
“When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.” Rodney Dangerfield
Oh my…it comes home to roost. Several years of turning outward to address two hoarding houses; two kids still storing their stuff here; carting parts of the hoards to our house for safekeeping; our own stuff and most importantly we are so damn mentally tired. No there isn’t much help right now. It is just us day after day slogging along and it is hot and we are just plain done. And our neglect shows in our own home..the yard. Just the attention to detail that kept our place so nice is lacking now as we move and then have to prep the house for market.
Yet it had to get done. We are hiring a mover for the big stuff…we are scrupulously culling out stuff we will not take with us…we are having yet another sale to get rid of stuff. But, right now it is getting down to the remnants, that last crap in the way, every which way you look. The stuff needs to get organized for sale.
In the meantime, I make the half hour drive to the project house to unload and then sort and then place in rooms. All this takes time. Also, all the efforts in the yard cannot go for not in this heat so the yard needs tending to. No boo hoo here. Just an update that momentum is evident if we can objectively stand back and look. Once this is over, we may sit down and not move for a month.
I have shown these images, in part, before. But it is so enjoyable to view these changes every day. It is pleasing to the eye as the patio/yard evolves. To have cut into those tiles seemed sinful at the time, but so has been tearing out the kitchen tiles, taking off some of the vintage awnings, removing the original beams of the patio cover, plastering over the lilacs on the bathroom ceiling. Changes that have resulted in beautiful changes. I am also mindful that my Aunt had made other changes over the years in design and style. Couple that with the fire she had some years ago and sentimentality/traditions can give way to the realities of change.
I took down the faded numbers (gold, plastic on a piece of board) stuck to the brick. We had found the vintage (retro) tile numbers that were once very popular in the Portland area. Today, I mounted them next to the front door for a touch of the past.