|Farewell, White House.|
So here we are, in MCI mode -- many changes instantly. Three months ago I was enjoying a full house of offspring and a healthy husband, chickens, a lovely piano, 5 bedrooms and a lush garden, a clothesline, a compost heap and about seven different kinds of recycling and trash containers. Mr. Husband said that you needed a PhD to figure out what trash went where at our Big White House. Today, however, we've done a few backflips.
Mr. Husband had a pain in his back around Christmas that got worse very quickly and they eventually discovered two ruptured discs. With a quick change in employment and where the Boy is going to school next year, we decided we had better move sooner rather than in summer. Found an adorable 2-bedroom apartment in central Alameda and started packing. Our motto was "Everything must go!" With a full attic, a full garage and large yard, plus all those bedrooms, this was no small task. The chickens had to find a new home, as did the coop. The bales of straw. The tiki bar and all the decorations. The hammock. The piano. One of the three cats. Two of the daughters. Most of the holiday decorations. Our large dining table that seated 12. Dishes. Canning jars. At least two-thirds of my fabric and yarn stash. Everything must go. And off it went.
We rented a Dumpster, but put amazingly little into it. Instead, green-hearted gal that I am, I worked tirelessly to find homes for everything and everyone. We had a "free" garage sale, in which just about everything we had in the garage went out and was given freely. I donated to Goodwill, ThriftTown and Salvation Army countless times. Sold books, CDs, DVDs and albums. Sold anything relatively "antique" to a dealer in town. Donated books to the Friends of the Library. Gave tons of books and art/school supplies to local schools. Gave a single mom down on her luck just about everything she could want for setting up an apartment for herself and her daughter -- dishes, furniture, clothes and more. Gave the piano to our neighbor with 6 children. We downsized our personal library by about 75 percent. Maybe more. Garden goodies went to several Freecyclers. Old blankets and towels went to the pet shelter. Empty boxes came from Freecycle and have since been given back to be used again.
|Softball team to the rescue. Mr Husband crouching in pain, |
with smart-aleck friend copying him.
(Self, center, which is where I should be.)
That was last week. He's well, thank you, and improving daily. We take little walks and he starts physical therapy next week. Yay for modern medicine! We're here in the new place (see photo of our living room below), with another 20 boxes or so to unpack, and a new more urban lifestyle to discover in our upstairs Victorian flat: our Red House (since I like to name our houses).
How are things different?
1. No laundry line, at least so far. We have a plumbing problem with the washer and dryer that the landlord is going to fix. Some day. I went to the laundromat last week and hope I can get this resolved soon. Also bought an indoor clothesline but the critical bracket is missing so I have to return it. Grrr.
2. No compost or chickens to eat leftovers. That means I have thrown into the green waste can things which chickens would have eaten up -- plate scrapings, cereal crumbs, stale bread. On the other hand, there are just 3 of us now, so there's a lot less green waste overall. I wonder how bad it would be to feed the local ducks with old bread crusts?
|New living room, with stuff still in |
boxes and pictures awaiting a nail or two.
4. Garden. There's isn't one here, but I have been paying attention to where the sun falls, and where it is always shady. I brought over several container plants (herbs) and there's a lemon tree and a tangerine tree on the property. But how can I garden in a shady, compact way?
5. Shopping locally/walking everywhere: This will be possible, finally, with a small grocery store with sustainable meat and organic produce nearby. But I have hardly had a chance to walk around and see what's what, what with surgery and moving and all. Looking forward to this greatly.
6. Living lightly. Not having to drive everywhere, not having to support such a large family, not having so much stuff -- it's all good. I expect to feel the impact of the move in our budget as well as in what we bring in/send out as trash. Life is different in a downtown apartment than in an outlying rambling house and yard.
It remains to be seen how green we can be here, and how can I/we make it ever more so. Keep me company while we figure it out, will you? (Oh, please, say yes!)