Recently my parents popped into town for a weekend visit to see our new place, but instead of relaxing we took more of a how-many-projects-can-we-accomplish-in-4-days approach.
Don’t worry, we still found time to see a ballgame, cook a few meals, and even go out! But because my parents are awesome and sweet they really helped us to feel more settled in our new home. And because my dad is an engineer and my mom a visionary of completed tasks, we went to the hardware store FIVE times. We now own a drill, as every homeowner should.
I think my least favorite part of owning a home might be the yard/outdoor space. I love to appreciate it and use it, but I strongly dislike the work which needs to go into it. My mom tackled those weeds and in 3 short hours (!) we had our front mulched space back. I’m still scratching my head as to why the developer didn’t lay a black tarp first. After the water company tears up our yard (more on that once the worst is over) we plan on taking preemptive weed measures, since flying my mom to weed every month doesn’t seem like a productive use of our money or her time.
But we did have fun with black tarp, rocks, cement, and bricks in our back space! My dad’s engineering skills were a major bonus here! I envision this space as a perfect home for a container garden.
Oh, and I introduced my parents to IKEA. I feel I should apologize to my dad for this one. There are two camps of people: those who love IKEA and those who hate IKEA (and maybe those who only love IKEA on a weekday, from a distance). It was clear where they stood after our hour-and-a-half power trip of an introduction to the store and full car on the ride home. My mom will be dragging him back to the Orlando location soon, I’m sure of it. I believe she called it “magical” at one point.
Don’t you love how I’m only giving you small glimpses into our new space? Well once our new couch finally arrives next week (10 weeks after ordering, 5 weeks after the estimated arrival date), I plan on taking pictures and sharing it all! So keep holding your breath. It will happen. Eventually.
But here’s a fun little share: you might remember back when we got married, in true Jewish tradition Mike smashed a glass and we all shouted “Mazel Tov!” Well we finally put all those tiny peaces of glass to good use! On the doorway to our home hangs this mezuzah, etched with the Hebrew word for “love,” containing the wedding glass. I love it.
listening to: Fitz and the Tantrums More Than Just a Dream, Best Coast The Only Place
eating: Trader Joes Blueberry and Pomegranet sorbet, tortilla chips — not together
drinking: margs, all day erryday
thinking about: my family trip to FL next week (nieces! sister! brother-in-law! a normal picture to post of my parents! the beach!)
dreading: summer’s end and my 6:30 alarm clock, generally all weeds
wishing: someone would give Mike a (quality) job already
proud of: Mike quitting smoking! (<— huzzah!)
feeling: resigned yet hopeful