For probably the first time ever, I unpacked my suitcase within hours of arriving home, just so I could get my dirty laundry and try out my new washing machine. Thankfully, the appliances did fit down the stairs, so no walls were destroyed and sanity was retained.
Henry and Nick had a splendid weekend without me and I certainly had a good time in the city without them. The old house felt a little more like home after being away for four days and I'm fully rejuvenated and motivated to unpack, organize, repair and clean.
In other news, the neighbors from across the street came over last night, along with their little boy, to introduce themselves and bring us a loaf of homemade bread. As I thanked them, Henry hid behind my leg and then ran inside only to return with an armful of toys, which I assume was to entice his new friend to stay and play.
It's too bad that when the doorbell rang I was wearing my bathrobe (it was 6 pm) and that Henry wasn't wearing pants and that I had a porch full of shrink-wrapped furniture that doesn't belong there. I felt so awkward and I think our new friends couldn't get away fast enough.
