Backyard

We won't have a backyard at the new house.  At the new house it's more like a side yard.  Maybe we'll call it the garden, instead of the side yard.  Side yard sounds rather silly.

Here's one thing I will really, really miss about the old house:

Backyard.  Private.  Fenced in.  The perfect size for playing.  No matter if you are 3 years old or 33 years old.

The Days before the Move

Moving Day is Monday, November 29th.  Not really sleeping so well these days.  I've been planning for moving day for so long that I forgot about the days JUST before Moving Day.  The days when our house is filled with boxes and even if we are really organized, I start to feel claustrophobic.

This photo is from our move from Munich to Denver.  How do you like that big roll of bubble wrap on the right had side of the photo?  I'd like to say it's easier this time when we are (only) moving across town.  But this time, we are doing a lot more work ourselves.  And we've had two years of collecting more piccolini stuff.

Glass Shower Doors

More on my like/dislike list:

Oh boy, I can just hear the designer who suggested putting glass shower doors on this tub.  "Such a beautiful, unique glass block window!   Let's fill the room with light!"

And it IS pretty cool looking.  The problem is the functioning.  Just try to give piccolini baths.  They're hard to reach when they are in the tub.  They hit things against the glass.  They grab hold of the glass to get in and out of the tub.  They lick the glass instead of sitting on the toilet.   And just imagine if the glass ever comes out of the track!  This is one item we might actually disassemble if we were living here much longer.