A seasonally appropriate and very pretty, quiet winter photograph of Gold Hill in Shaftesbury, Dorset (Great Britain) [Thank you, Simon!] that I found online somewhere.
Well Sir, we are in the home stretch and move into our new house on Monday. My classes for the fall term finished yesterday, and I have spent the day here taking two carloads of clothing and various odds and ends we don't wish to repack into boxes over to the house and stowing them in bedroom and hall closets.
Since yours truly will be working with the crew of movers come Monday while the Grand Duchess and Young Master are at work and school respectively, I've also spent some time spotting where the various larger pieces of furniture will go and measuring where my wife's eventual baby grand piano will go when we get around to making that addition. Funny how several hours to oneself to get things done and think quietly without interruption eases and even cheers the spirit. A good day all the way around I think.
More of the same with Part II tomorrow, and Part III on Sunday. The movers arrive at 8:30am Monday morning to do the heavy work, and we'll spend our first night in the house that evening. The Grand Duchess and I have a date for a glass or two of wine by the working fireplace once the Young Master is in bed.
T-minus Two Days and Counting (Saturday Morning Update). . .
Thank you for the good wishes, men! Yes, as soon as we can in the next few days, we will hang a very pretty (although it is fake and we reuse it each year) red berry wreath inside somewhere prominent, and a real evergreen Christmas wreath on the front door outside. Christmas trees to follow next Saturday once the ground floor (and the Young Master's bedroom) of Totleigh-in-the-Wold is in order. Ok. Enough wasting time. I've got a car full of clothing and odds and ends to deliver, unload, and stow at the house.