Homeowners

Today we are homeowners. From the handfuls of keys that were handed over to us you'd think we bought the whole building. There's nothing better than standing in the pouring, pouring rain and trying to figure out which key works in which of the double locks. I think the remnants of Gustav came to welcome us home. All I could think in the early hours of the morning, hearing the rain come down and pitter patter on the windows, was that I was very glad this was our closing day and not our wedding day. It's been pouring a steady rain all day. So I'm still damp from getting soaked while muddling through keys, but I'm a homeowner.

The closing closed today with only small surprises. Like that the sellers were too lazy to move their furniture when they painted so there are big swaths of white wall where their furniture used to be. Fortunately they left gallons of paint behind. Unfortunately, they are just about as well labeled as the keys. There was also a big discolored area on the cherry wood floors where their gym equipment had sat on a rubber mat. (If anyone knows how to expertly restain floors I'm offering a weekend in Chicago for you!)

In the afternoon I motored over to the local independent paint store and picked up a few samples. I think we're favoring Pismo Dunes for the bedroom.
The wooden fish is keeping an eye on the place tonight. (A birthday gift from my mom to my dad, the hapless fisherman.) I had to do this list of all our possessions for our mover's insurance. Since I can't figure out how to value him, I moved him myself. Not a bad first thing to carry over the threshold. That and Jason's hockey bag.