One of the essential items that made the move from the house to the new condo was something that any man would be lost without. Worried that someone else would grab it, I snatched it up and made sure it was stashed in a safe place for the move.
And here it sits. Now I can pretend that I have a pet dog.
It goes with the décor.
OK, that might not be accurate at all. My place doesn’t even smell like poo. It smelled like primer and paint for a while, but even those scents are gone. Even the nicotine stench is mostly gone, a bit remaining in the walk in closet, the only room in the condo that did not get fresh coating. Right now, my bachelor pad smells like cupcakes, the vanilla cupcake candle providing the illusion that I have been baking.
The décor in the place is starting to round out slowly, thanks to the generous gift of a red framed Farmall tractor puzzle that my father lovingly assembled for me (he made the frame, too), as well as the pictures that my precious daughter framed for me. She also gave me a nifty old bicycle thingy.
Yesterday, I brought the dining room table and chairs up from my garage. I put the legs on the table this afternoon, set the chairs around it. There are floor to ceiling mirrors on one wall of the dining room, so it’s good that there is furniture in that room now. Up to today, “friends” were suggesting that I put strobe lights and a stripper pole in the dining room. After all, it’s every single guy’s dream, right?
Adjusting to sleeping in the master bedroom has been a bit of a trick. Last weekend, I moved from the second bedroom, the room I moved into first, to the master. The master is large, with two large windows that face the courtyard entrance to my condo unit, facing east. When I go to bed, the courtyard light becomes my night light. Used to total darkness when I sleep (no snide comments, please), that required some adjustment to get the blinds set just right. I still sleep great. In the morning, my room is lit by morning light as soon as the sun begins to peak the horizon, thus serving as a very early morning wake up call. I am one whose body clock rarely allows me to stay awake late and which also will not allow me to go back to sleep once I am awake in the morning. Right now, due to the the invasion of friendly sun, I am awake at 5:30 AM.
Getting there. Slowly, I am getting things unpacked and in place. The all important fake poo is out and ready to greet visitors.. so I guess I am set!