Moving

We are in the process of the slow motion move. Because we are trying to paint a lot of the townhouse before it's loaded with furniture, we are staying in our apartment two weeks after the closing. This whole week has been a series of short trips back and forth, unloading smallish and mediumish boxes, loose shoes, plants and garden implements punctuated by long hours painting.

Tonight, for a break in the action, we hauled Ciela around IKEA looking for a new dresser. Our older furniture, a gift from friends of my parents, is just to mammoth for our tiny, tiny bedroom. Those pieces are better suited for an older home, say from the 19th century. IKEA has that sleek, I'm-living-in-a-reconditioned-wharehouse look that would fit nice in our reduced quarters.

Just chiming in. I'm actually pretty beat and ready to go to bed. My class tomorrow should be enjoyable as I scramble to catch up to the students.