It's on

The stuff is here, there and everywhere.  Boxes are piled high as the movers took advantage of these what I think may be twenty foot ceilings.  Ok, probably twelve?  The crew was awesome.  Six guys from Northern Belgium (which they will assure you is very different than southern and are very proud to be from the north).  They speak Flemish but the English was great and once again I'm left feeling ashamed of my lack of foreign language skills, but that's neither here nor there.  Every bit of furniture was brought through the kids' bedroom window, which thankfully is huge.  Trying to watch these guys on a platform many feet above the air wrestle a king-sized mattress through a window was grounds for a panic attack, but they were professionals and got the job done fabulously.

 The scene below.  That tire in the right corner of the picture is sitting in the window sill. 

 Woo hoo!  Here comes the Dyson!  And look, a carpet to go with it! (Julie K? Love it!)  Using it will require hauling around a large transformer but once you have a Dyson you can't go  back...

             Looks like a circus train and feels like a circus train.

Now we are sorting through a box at a time and feeling that overwhelmed feeling of why on earth do we have so much stuff.  And why is it the first things you unpack are always last things you even need?  Such as a ten pound painted rock that was on your previous front porch?  Or the remnants of a "junk basket" that you meant to toss out?  The game is on, the boxes are being tackled one by one, and hopefully by December life can resume as normal.  At this rate I'll take 2011.  Or March when our first visitors arrive (!!!!!).