Tuesday, September 8, 2009

We've arrived...

We've moved in!!!! We arrived at our lovely new house on Thursday just before the witching hour. I'll say this only once. Moving is HELL!!! My plucky daughter VK came down with a fever the morning of the move and proceeded to run 101-103 fever for the next three and half days. The rash (as it happened to be a very annoying childhood disease called roseola) broke out yesterday and she's been sleeping a lot the last couple of days. Meanwhile both my husband and I came down with a generic plague of sore throats, aches, pains, fevers and chills.

We won't go into the physical move itself because I might cry - but we are now moved into 2000 square feet. We have our couches (from one couch to three!) and all our sundry boxes of belongings scattered over the space. Yesterday we even managed to score a beautiful sideboard and vintage child's desk for around four hundred combined!!! I'll post pictures later this week.

More to come. Hopefully I'll have a nicer look for the blog as well instead of this generic heading. Cross your fingers. We need positive vibes!!!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Changing Purposes...

Well one reason it's been so dead around here is the fact that we are pulling up stakes and leaving Greenwich Village and moving to Brandon, Vermont. Huge changes are afoot for our little family. I'll be using this blog to document the move, our changes in lifestyle and the starting of my own craft business.

So this is our house..

We just finished our inspection. It went really well, except we need a new porch. We also have to have the boiler fixed. Apparently it leaks, and the auto refiller isn't working. And apparently if you start a boiler without it being filled it can explode. Good to know.

I'm also having to arrange for garbage pick up. Unless we want to go to the dump. See this a foreign concept to me. No garbage men? You can go to the dump?

Oil. We have to buy oil. And prices fluctuate wildly. You can try buying it ahead of time to hedge your bets but you can wind up paying 4 dollars for a two dollar commodity.

We are also looking at couches because we now have a "double living room" I think our current living room could considered a "half" living room. :)

We already know some of her neighbors which I find very amusing. In NYC you don't really get to know your neighbors unless you have a dog and kids and then usually you only get to know the neighbors with dogs and kids. It took me over 5 years to get to know my neighbors. I still don't know one the couple who lives on my floor and wouldn't know them from Adam on the street.

Vermont is going to be very, very different.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Will you marrow me?

So here's the thing. The idea of a bone marrow extraction freaks me out. Seriously freaks me out. When I was in my teens I saw a play called Marvin's Room. They even made a movie out of it with Meryl Streep and Leonardo DiCaprio. Actually, while I say I saw the play, I should mention I really only saw the first half. The second half I spent in the lobby of the theater sweating and trying not to throw up. The end of the first half ended with a fade to black and a whirring of some sort of bone marrow extractor - cue me trying not to pass out to the disgust of my father. But lately there have been a lot of bone marrow drives in my neighborhood, mainly due to a couple of children who have leukemia. And I thought of my baby girl, and what would I do if she were sick. So I "manned" up and went in to be typed. As it happens though, all that is required to be typed is a couple of cheek swabs. If you are matched the good news is that 80% of the procedures are non-invasive (well sort of - anything that requires shots and blood donation is by definition invasive in the "that needle is invading my skin") And the other 20% well... they require anesthesia and a big effing needle. However, if I could survive a c-section and back labor I can deal.

So I'm typed and they own my soul *cough* place on the registry until I'm 61. So go get typed my non-existent readers. As it turns out leukemia has affected many of my friends lives. So even if you don't save a loved one of your own you might save someone else's loved one. It's what my non-Jewish mother calls a mitzvah - a good deed.

Go to www.dkmsamericas.org to find out more.