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Our First Night in Heath


On our move-in day, my peaceful respite on the patio was cut short by two texts, but I was happy to receive both. One was Bill letting me know the second load was on its way. The other was my bestie, telling me she was leaving work and coming to help out.  She also wanted to find out if we needed food.

Ah food – no need for that.  We’d grabbed snacks out of our survival kit all day long, but we hadn’t gotten around to giving it our full attention and there was a lot there to pay attention to.  Knowing the delicious gift was waiting for us,  I encouraged Bill and Debbie to hurry up.  Then I set about making sure we were ready for the second load – pets safe, pathways clear, that sort of thing.

The Second Load

The second load was both easier and more difficult than the first.  We’d sorted out all the boxes with the first load, but now we had all the big stuff.  Nightfall had come and the rain continued.

The final piece to come in was our refrigerator.  Of course, it wouldn’t fit through any of the doors accessible from the driveway.  They had to move the truck to the front of the house and carry it up the front walk which has three sets of steps on its way up to the house.  These guys had to be hating on us about right now and that’s when the bottom fell out of the sky – as if it had not been draining all day long.

Bill was tired, the movers were tired, I was tired – and the refrigerator didn’t fit into the space which had been custom built for it.  We left the refrigerator in the middle of the floor and ushered the movers out into the wet night.

The First Meal

Deb and I had been setting the table and unloading the gift box.  What a feast!  Along with a delicious bottle of wine were different kinds of crackers, a plethora of cheese and even a roll of hard salami.  By then it was after nine o’clock, but we went ahead and texted our neighbors to tell them what lifesavers they’d been to deliver that box.

With our strength renewed, Deb and I cleaned off the table.  Then it was time for her to head home.  She foolishly offered up her services over the weekend.  I warned her that the next job was cleaning the rent house, but she didn’t renig on the offer.

We were in!  Thankfully I’d made up the bed earlier in the day.  We figured out a way to plug in the refrigerator and unloaded the ice chests full frozen food and other perishables.  There were a million other things we needed to do – but tomorrow was another day.

The First Frog Serenade

That’s when we heard the frogs – one great big bullfrog and a chorus of tenors.  We hadn’t quite counted on a serenade, but I was so tired that nothing could have stood between me and slumber.  I think the Vienna Boys Choir would have had a hard time keeping me awake – even if they’d been standing at the foot of my bed.  A few frogs quickly faded into nirvana.

What happened over the weekend – more excitement!  Come back and I’ll tell you about it.


Some More of the Moving to Heath Story

The View That Started It All
The View That Started It All


Let’s see now, where were we? Oh yes, we’d just put out the fire and the movers were beginning to unload the truck.

Interior Traffic Jams

One crisis was resolved, but the last time I’d been in the house, the painters were draped over the stairwell.  So, I went back in to make sure they’d gotten out of the way.  The good news is they weren’t in the stairwell anymore.  The bad news?  They were in the Master Suite, blocking the way to the closet.

Of course, the movers were right behind me with a chest which needed to go into our closet.  The movers and painters engaged in a high energy conversation.  The discussion was in Spanish, a language I don’t understand, but I think the painters won, because they stayed in our way the rest of the day.  The painters were busy touching up trim work which the movers would bump with every trip through the house.  It was a very long day.

Along the way, the movers said our second load would have to be delayed until the following day.  This really wasn’t the end of the world, but in my mind I kept trying to remember what was left behind and what I’d need to compensate for before the day is over.  I knew the frig was still back at the rent house, but I wasn’t sure whether they’d gotten our bed or not – and if they did, did they get all of it or only the mattresses.

Welcome Wagon

Our first official visitors were Pete and Sherry,  the couple which is building next door to us.  Bless their hearts they showed up with a box full of delicious snacks.  After thanking them profusely, I took the box inside and inventoried it – cheeses, sausage, crackers and wine.  What a wonderful survival kit!  I lamented the fire anew, because I wouldn’t be able to keep the cheese and sausage cold.  I didn’t think anything in our delicious gift would spoil, but I assumed we’d have some pretty soggy cheese.

When I returned to the garage, Bill had another visitor, Aaron, the builders rep.  Seems as if in the hurry to get our house habitable, he’d failed to bill us for the final payment and had come amid the chaos to pick up a check.  After Bill got up off the floor from his hysterical laughter, he let Aaron know there would be no check that day.  Not that we had a problem with paying what we owed, we just weren’t sure where our checkbooks were right that minute.

Getting Serious About Unloading

Bill told me to stay in the garage and direct the movers.  I’d already tagged everything, so I would have preferred to be at the other end making sure they actually put things where I wanted them to go.  I’d been through this before, but on moving day, Bill is in charge, so I did as I was told.  Suddenly the movers announced another truck was on the way to the rent house.  One of us had to go to meet it.  Bill decided I could finish the unloading and he’d take care of the other end.

The guys at my end finished up before the second load arrived and the painters decided their day was over.  The bed had been in the first load and I’d carried the linens for it in my car, so I made up the bed.  I looked around and realized I was home.

There were probably a million things I could have done just then, but instead I went out to our patio to take in the view – which had been the impetus for all this house building and moving just about a year ago.  Our outdoor furniture was in place, but I had no idea where the cushions were.  Nonetheless, I sat down and took in the view.

The second load was about to arrive.  Come back next week and find out what happened then!



I’ve Seen Fire and I’ve Seen Rain

Moving Day
Yes, that is a fire extinguisher next to our moving van!


Well, I’m not heading to Heath any longer – I’m here!

It’s been almost a month since my last post and what a month it was.  The last thing all you guys knew about was our battle over granite.  Oh, that granite was our only headache!

The Last Month of the Build

The last month of the build was pure torture and moving in was even crazier.  See, the whole idea of custom is something our builders are are still getting used to – and to say Bill was something of a challenge for them is a bit of an understatement.  However, now that they’re (almost) through with our house, they’re about to bust their buttons with pride.  They want to send in a crew to photograph the house.

I’ll spare you the final headaches of the build, because it would be traumatic for me to re-live the installation of the staircase or talk about the day I discovered a workman left greasy kernels of popcorn on our unsealed marble counter-tops.  I will however share a little of the “fun” we had on moving day.

This Will Be the Day

Bill decided he was ready to move in and he felt someone needed to light a fire under the builders.  So he picked a day in April, told them that’s when we were moving in and started counting the days down for them.  Every morning they’d get an email from him with the countdown in the subject bar and a list of what still needed to be done:  Nineteen Days Until Move In, Eighteen Days Until Move In, Seventeen Days… Well, you get the picture.

The ploy worked to a certain extent.  We didn’t get in on the day Bill picked out, but we did make it a few days later.  We had to get a variance from the city, because our yard wasn’t in yet, but they gave us a certificate of occupancy about two minutes before the moving van arrived.

Moving Day

Moving day started out really well.  Everything was all packed and ready to go.  We already knew it would take two loads, but the movers were there on time and we figured we’d get it all done by sunset.  We could have chosen to be discouraged by the sprinkles of rain, but we were moving into our dream house on the pond.  Bill, especially, was euphoric as we headed to Heath with the first load.  I was in my car with the dog and Bill was in his with the cat.  The Sadeks were moving to Heath.

I beat Bill to the new house by a few moments and discovered there were painters inside.  They were spread out all over the stairwell that had just been finished.  I explained they had to get out of the way because the moving van was on the way.  Bill had warned them for days of the pending move, but they acted like it was the first they’d ever heard of it.

I heard the sound of a straining engine and went back outside.  The movers were backing their truck up our drive.  It’s a pretty steep driveway so they were really giving it the gas.  Bill stood in the garage watching the proceedings and I went to stand next to him.

Suddenly there was smoke coming out from under their truck.  Then sparks appeared in the smoke.  Within seconds there were flames.  Bill ran towards the truck yelling, “Fire! Fire!”  The movers jumped out of the truck like rats leaving a sinking ship.

So, there we were.  Most of our earthly goods sat in a trailer behind the burning truck, right next to my brand new house which had cost more blood, sweat and tears than we ever counted on.  Bill and I both had a moment where we imagined gazing into the burned out shell of our new home.

Sometime Minor Miracles are Pretty Major

Here’s how I know God is always watching out for me.  For days, whenever Bill came to the build he’d bring a carload of stuff.  So the middle of the garage sat a pile of boxes.  Bill and I both knew there was a fire extinguisher somewhere in the pile, thankfully not in the boxes, but among them.  We both dove for the pile and started throwing boxes to find extinguisher.

Bill grabbed it and yelled, “Call 9-1-1!”  I started fishing for my phone and tried to dial 9-1-1, but before I could make the connection, Bill had ripped the pin out of the fire extinguisher and tossed it to one of the movers, who directed at the flames.  The crisis was over.  Only seconds had passed since the smoke appeared, but I felt like I had run a marathon in the meantime.

How did the rest of the day go?  Come back next week and I’ll tell you!