As we have now lived in our house for quite some time, we have made considerable progress in unpacking, settling in, and slowly making the necessary renovations.
Our first house purchase was a grill. We bought it and put it together on the day we moved in. Priorities, people.
We unpacked faster than I think we ever have. I guess that’s what having all your possessions in boxes for 10 months will do to you. Within a few weeks we had every box unpacked. Not that everything had found it’s final home, of course. I am a perpetual reorganizer. Nothing is ever in it’s final home. And we put the boxes on craigslist and they disappeared in a few days and, for the first time in my life, I do not have a stash of moving boxes just-in-case. And I am not sad about that one bit.
Nate’s sisters came down in May to help us and we managed to get quite a lot accomplished while they were here. One lie they tell you about living in the desert is that you do not have to mow. Which is not a lie, per se, but it is certainly a mischaracterization that your yard work will diminish significantly. It does not. And our yard was in need of some serious help. They very patiently spent hours moving rocks, pulling grass, laying landscaping fabric, and moving rocks back in an attempt to turn our front yard from jungle to presentable.
We also bought and assembled patio furniture (another one of our favorite places to hang out) and built a compost bin. A very sturdy compost bin, but one with many advantages over the last one we built – practice does make perfect (or at least better – I’ll get there some day).
The most important thing they did was to discover a leak in our plumbing. The water pipe going to the guest house had sprung a leak in a corner of the yard that we never go to. Who knows how long it had been there, or how long it would have been before we discovered it, especially since we didn’t have a base water bill to compare to.
After driving them to the airport, we started a weeks-long (at least that’s how it felt) project of trying to dig up the water line. Ground in Arizona is like concrete. Seriously. Nate came home from work one evening to find me sweaty and exhausted in the back yard and asked me if I had a nice run No. I had been digging for at least an hour, but you couldn’t tell because I only made the trench about an inch-and-a-half longer. After several plumbers came out and informed us that they couldn’t tie into the current pipe, we hired one to replace the entire supply plumbing from the street to the house and the guest house. Which took longer than expected (of course) and we spent quite a while turning the water on and off every morning to shower and evening to brush our teeth. Adventures.
With that having taken a significant bite out of our time and our bank account, we laid low for a while. And by laid low, I mean… Hi, have you met me? I don’t know what “laying low” means.