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We have been moving.  
I was going to hire a U-haul, chuck everything into the back and go, but oh
 nooooo, hubs had to jump in with why to you want to waste money like that  
when X has a perfectly good pick-up and has offered?  My response was, "bec
ause we have lived in the same place for 26 years and have a gross ton of s
tuff",which he took as justification for not hiring a truck because it woul
d take a couple days to get everything anyway, and then we would have to si
ft through the remains for treasure to boot.  I honestly have quit banging  
my head on my desk, truly I have, mostly because my desk is still back at t
he old house.  Because his plan worked so well. Next time I am back there (
probably today) I want to get a whip and start cracking to just for the lov
e of deity get some stuff done!  
Of course there are some mitigating circumstances, every single time we hav
e moved large objects it has started to snow.  In fact I now have people ca
lling me to find out if we are moving anything today, so they have early wa
rning of lake effect snow.  We tried to do it all on one day, but we got sm
acked with a blizzard.  Literally, a freaking blizzard hit while my mattres
s and several other things were in transit from there to here.  The same da
rn thing happened last time we moved.  Fortunately the people helping us ar
e better than my idiot cousin who was supposed to be helping us last time.
At least I won on the hiring a dumpster issue.  I expect I will feel a surg
e of pure joy when the horrific couch and chair the man brought home from a
 thrift shop goes in there. In brief, four cats, a family of 5, one of whic
h is a disabled teen, and a couch and chair set that is not just old, but c
ream coloured with a print pattern of little green flowers.  There is now a
 rule at my house that says he may not buy furniture without me present.

Just as the cherry on top of our amazing moving adventure,  I had called th
e shop I bought our cookstove from to see if we needed help in changing fro
m natural gas to propane.  Oh no I was told, these days the set up is all t
he same it should hook right up no problem.  Really they should invent a ph
one with an auto-warning that tells you when you are talking to an idiot.  
So the day before Christmas eve I am calling the store back and telling the
m that I had been misinformed by someone in their employ.  I explained the  
problem, and that the stove had a pocket on the back with all the parts tha
t were needed, and a complete set of instructions.  I also explained that s
ince the instructions were chock full of words like "dangerous", "flammable
", "poison", and "explosion", that we would much rather that they send some
body who knew what they were about to set us up.   They said they would sen
d someone as soon as they could, which turned out to be the 28th.  So I tol
d the crew (my turn to stay home with Ash) make sure you get the hot plate  
I use for batik out of my workroom this trip, as well as the microwave, the
 crockpot, and the electric kettle.  They remembered the hotplate, which pr
omptly died in the midst of pancakes.  Our moving friend took pity and trie
d to help.  They brought over a camping "thing".  DH was certain I would ha
ve some idea what to do with it, since I had been camping a lot as a child.
Sadly Civil War reenactors do not generally use propane a lot, so I was clu
eless.  Give me a fire, a flat rock and some time and I could probably make
 you pancakes and eggs, eventually. An enormous set of concentric circles o
n legs that is somehow hooked to a little propane tank? Uhhhhh...
They were going to set it up in the kitchen to play with it.  I didn't just
 put my foot down, I put both feet down (DH says that sane people call that
 "jumping up and down") The heck if I was going to let a pair of maniacs (a
ka mad scientists) burn down my new kitchen very first thing!  So they carr
ied it out to the porch grumbling all the way.  Yes it was cold, it was sno
wing, the wind was blowing, and that made it hard to get the thing going an
d generated many complaints about freezing body parts off.  My kitchen did  
not burn down!  It took them six hours to make ramen noodles, and they ther
eafter abandoned the contraption.  So we had cheese and fruit and bread and
 boughten cookies for Christmas dinner.  My kitchen did not burn down!


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How did the move finally go? I have been lurking and thinking about you.

Jean in Atlanta (Wellington New Zealand right now)

OT Moving
Oh my! Are you any closer to being done?  Sending prayers and hugs!  

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Oh, Nightmist,  
How i miss your stories! Where did you move to that didn't provide a real stove? Although i am glad your out of the house with the awful landlord you had before.  
Hope you got settled ok.  
Thinking of you, and happy new year!
Amy in SoCal  

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Well we got all our stuff moved, though we are far from organized yet.
We did not clean the old place as much as we would have liked because the p
lumbing went from bad to worse and we had to turn the water off to avoid fl
ooding and electrocution and badness.

The horrible couch and matching chair were hauled away in the dumpster.  A  
fellow in another group informs me that dumpsters are called skips in the U
K because of the little dance you do when you chuck something awful into th
em. Considering the gavotte I performed with DD when that couch and chair w
ent in, I Believe!

Originally there was a stove, fridge, washer and dryer that were supposed t
o go with the house, but when she got less money than she wanted Lady decid
ed to keep them.  That pleased me very well because then I didn't have to f
igure out how to get rid of them.  With the possible exception of the fridg
e all mine were better, and she did not take the dishwasher because it is a
 built in.  The dishwasher has been a learning curve because we have never  
had one that was not a daughter.  I have been thinking about naming it Gena
vieve just so I have something easy to call it if it makes me cranky.

The internet connection has been a treat to get going.  It was driving the  
company nuts because it would just stop for several hours and then start up
 again out of the blue.  Finally they just replaced the new modem with anot
her new modem, and that seems to have done the trick.  I will be getting cr
edited for the outages on my bill.
My proper computer has not been set up.  DH has been trying to talk me into
 a laptop.  kiri's mum is a muckamuck in the IT department where she works,
 she was allowed to rescue a pile of laptops that were doomed for the recyc
ler.  She gave us a bunch, DH has rehabbed most of them, and is trying to c
onvince me to replace my tower with one because the laptop insides are migh
tier than the tower's.  Problem is, every single one he has tried to hook m
e up with malfunctions.  The one I am on now works, so long as you position
 your cursor  
carefully on the menu bar and click your application without moving the cur
sor at all.  Also you have to power button out rather than doing a proper s
hutdown.  He says we just have to reinstall the OS, I'm telling him that a  
fourth reinstall probably is not going to fix anything, and it is probably  
a cranky intel chipset, and please can I have my AMD processor back?

My sewing machines have not been set up yet.  I will probably set the Pfaff
 up downstairs and work from there while the rest of the machines languish  
in the attic room until the time comes to refurbish that room for textiles.

Pertaining to the attic, we found a secret door.  There is a panel in the b
athroom laundry side closet, you tap along the edge to find the spot, then  
press down and slide the panel sideways, then behold! a stairway up to a tr
apdoor into the attic.  A scarily badly maintained stairway mind you, it wi
ll need to be sturdied up, but an access other than the lost door (the door
 hanging in space in the wall over the regular stairs).

We have been warm! (break for happy happy dance)
The furnace is a beast, and possibly the most efficient wood burning furnac
e I have ever encountered anywhere.  I've ordered a cord of hardwood, that  
has been delayed in delivery because I ordered from a fireman and there was
 an enormous fire in the middle of the town he serves.  We have been gettin
g by on scraps, both from here and a small load from the baseball bat facto
ry, and we have not been cold.  We will start fetching our own in (we have  
a lot of downed wood out back including some hornbeam) but that will not be
 fit to burn until next year at soonest.  I am planning on planting with a  
coppice in mind, but that will take a few years at best.  Fortunately by my
 best estimate we will be able to heat the place with 2-3 cords of decent w
ood a year. Between our own resources and getting downed tree reports from  
the state forest guys we should be able to do that no problem.

DH had a wild hair and installed a bidet.  Yep you read that right, a bidet
.  It is an inexpensive sort, it attaches to the stool and you adjust for e
ither ladies, or regular, pull the lever to start the water, and let go of  
the lever to stop the water.  I thought he was bonkers.  Now I think it is  
possibly the best $60 he has ever spent.  We just have to either replace th
e seat (which is a $5 wally world special anyway), or get a taller bumper f
or the front, so that one does not pinch one's leg when ascending the thron

We have a barn cat.  We had a discussion as to what to do about that.  You  
don't want an animal living in your buildings that you take no responsibili
ty for.  However if we just trapped it and took it to the humane society we
 would just have another one lickety split.  That is how barn cats work.  B
esides there is no sign of mice or rats anywhere, not in the house (she(?)  
seems to have a way into the basement, but is gone in a flash when we go do
wn there), not in the barn, not in the hay shed. So the barn cat is very ve
ry good at being a barn cat.  So I called the humane society and asked if t
here is a program for such a situation.  I found out that for $45 I can get
 barn cat spayed or neutered, plus get him or her a rabies shot and a diste
mper shot.  Sounds like a deal.  We do not need a flood of kittens, and the
 shots just make sense especially with the abundance of wildlife we have.  
Now we just have to figure out how to trap a semi-feral cat and transport i
t safely and cleanly. I have to wonder if the people we bought from just mo
ved without the cat. it is awfully sleek for an animal that has been living
 rough, but then it is a mighty hunter.  We feed it at least once a day, be
cause that just seems like the right thing.  We have seen it on the porch a
 couple of times, it took a bit before the lure of food overcame the fear o
f the motion sensor light flicking on.  It is a little black cat that looks
 all around it every time it takes a bite.  We are working very hard at not
 naming it.


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Hello Nightmist,
      I usually move about every 5 years and give as much as I can away bef
ore moving. My biggest problem is cloths as I am a cloth horse with every c
loset stuffed. I finally made myself turn loose, if I wasn't going to wear  
it with a year out it went to Goodwill.  This goes for books too. Can't tel
l you how many boxes of books went too.  
      I can understand what you are going through and wish you luck.

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I have seen in a rural store where there are cages that trap small animals  
that can be turned lose  later. So maybe you can look and maybe buy a small  
trap to catch your kitten to take it to the vet.
Just trying to be helpful.       Barbara in Florida  

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