That is a direct quote from the plumber just minutes ago, who left us for the weekend with an unconnected plumbing pipe to the hot water heater, possibly on purpose, according to my husband.  My response: “There are worse things, but it wasn’t fun.” I wanted to add, “gee thanks a lot,” but I held my tongue.  I will admit that it reminded me unpleasantly of the garden apartment I grew up in, where the 1930’s boiler was patched together for almost forty years, and didn’t appreciate it.  No heat and cold water for days and weeks as a kid in a New York winter; now that was harsh. 

That all being said, we are now comfortably esconsed in our new home, making it our own with little touches, and working out the bugs.  The phone company is here trying to get us a dialtone, the carpenters are putting door knobs and handrails where they belong, and I am still busy with the busy-ness of unpacking.  We are getting it all done in time for my cousin’s wedding next week, when our daughters will visit the new homestead. 

Our first night in the new digs, our friends/neighbors from the “old” house came and sat outside on the patio and enjoyed delivered Greek food.  We chatted the evening away, and made lots of plans. On our second night, we had a lovely Jewish New Year’s dinner on Sunday night with mom and her famous matzah ball soup.  Yes, kids, she brought each of you a container, and it is in the freezer waiting.  We made a fire outside in the firepit and watched the Milky Way float overhead.  Mom said she felt like she was on vacation.  The dog and cats are adjusting well enough.   Hubby and I sleep a deep, exhausted sleep and wake to the birds calling.  So far, so good. 

I am looking forward the watching the leaves in the yard change and fall.  I am looking forward to snowfalls, and holiday meals, and gatherings with friends and family. I am looking towards the new commute to work on Wednesday morning, and am sure I will need to remind my car to go to the new house after work a couple of times.  The timing of everything was fortuitous:  the deal  for this house fell in our laps, the tenants rented the other house in five seconds, the move came on a four-day weekend and went very smoothly.  All the kids came home at different points over the summer and saw the house “before” ; and will come home to see the fun changes.  Now that the transition is all but over, I feel a sense of being able to refocus my energies on the other parts of life, which although not neglected, took a mental back seat for sure.  Onward!