Yes, we did.
Unpacking continues. Slower and more calculated. Mothballs have been banished in lieu of herbal packets, because, yes, I have bins and bins of yarn. I know I left much of it behind, but there is still a mountain of fibre. I wondered aloud if we had really left anything behind. The unpacking just seems to go on and on and on.
There is a new recumbent bike that needs to be set up and used. It will go in the “garage”, which will ultimately be a work room. Shelving needs to happen and a large work bench running the length of one wall needs to be built. We need a couple of windows along the north wall. Yes, the north wall. There’s a wood stove and we’ll use it!
Knick-knacks – they need a home. I cringe when I see a box with that label. I need to get cold-hearted when I unpack them, but first I need to locate some sort of display case. Small. Maybe invisible. I don’t remember people because of their knick-knacks, but some of those items stir the pot of memories.
Stone soup for the soul.