Saturday Single No. 89

Originally posted September 6, 2008

Well, the move went okay. It wasn’t paradise but it wasn’t the move from hell, either. The Texas Gal and I had the latter when we moved from the Twin Cities to St. Cloud about six years ago: a broken chair or two, lost bedrails and three men who cursed at us as we paid them for packing our things on a truck.

This time, we got lucky in a couple of instances: My computer desk made it through the door to my study by less than an inch. The beat-up old table that was my mother’s laundry table for years made it down the basement steps by an eight of an inch, if that. And although I wasn’t in the house to see it – I was keeping the cats company in our nearly empty apartment – the two movers managed to get the iron double bed frame around a tight corner and up a narrow and steep staircase to the loft. That one amazes me; I wish I’d seen it.

With all our stuff in it, the place feels more like home every day. Oh, we have boxes piled in the living room yet and a few in the kitchen and in the study and elsewhere, but many of our things are in place. We’ve spent a couple hours planning and unpacking in the kitchen, and it’s beginning to look like ours. There is a lot of work to do in my study and in the Texas Gal’s loft – which will be the arts & crafts & quilting center. But we’re home.

The movers brought the last things in about nine o’clock Tuesday evening, having started at nine that morning. We brought the cats over, and as they roamed for the first time, I drove to the nearby take-out joint and got burgers and fries. We sat in the dining room, seated at a wobbly table that today will be replaced by a new dining set, and we both relaxed for the first time all day. And that was when the place started to feel like home.

We’re still renters, so we’re not sure how long we’ll be here. We have at least two years, and we’ll eventually learn what the universe has in store for us. For now, as we turn the empty house into our house, I keep hearing strains of the song that Graham Nash wrote years ago for Joni Mitchell. So even though he got the number of cats wrong – we have three, not two – Graham Nash’s song “Our House,” recorded by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young for their 1970 album, Déjà Vu, is today’s Saturday Single.

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young – “Our House” [1970]



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