From our perch

We wake up now to views, space, peace. Our old house was lovely, but the vegetation—trees, shubs, hedges—were the main things we saw out the windows. Even standing in the backyard looking up, there was hardly any sky. We lived on a busy street with car and foot traffic 24/7, much of it noisy. It wasn’t uncommon at all to hear someone screaming as they walked along, alone; or to hear couples arguing at the tops of their lungs going down the street. Cars with booming speakers, etc. Homeless and mentally challenged and emotionally unstable people everywhere. I’d say that the apocalypse is much more fully realized in the Whiteaker neighborhood than up here in the South Hills. It’s not quite Mad Max in the Whit, but it’s getting there. We do get some car traffic and foot traffic up here, but it’s much, much quieter. There is significantly more space between our house and the street, and between our house and our neighbors’ houses. We can see the Coburg Hills to the north, and we can see the tops of trees and glimpses of nearby neighborhoods from our perch here on this this rocky incline. And we have Sky!

SO ready

I’m up quite early, having gotten enough sleep because I went to bed a couple hours earlier than the usual ‘round midnight. The Giants won another baseball game last night, and the team actually appears to be in real contention for a wildcard playoff spot! Six weeks ago it looked like they were out of the running, cooked, done for the season. But nay, there seems to be life in that lineup yet. Seventeen regular season games remain.

Yesterday we got the last of what we wanted of our stuff out of the old house and yard—with the help of our mighty friend lelulaserlight and her pickup truck Bev the Chev. Later this morning The Recyclers are coming with a big dump truck to take away everything else—to be sorted, donated, recycled, and tossed as appropriate. That’s a hugely significant step toward selling the old house. Next will be deep cleaning all the rooms, roof & gutter cleaning, power washing the exterior, and yard spiffing, all done by not-us—i.e. professionals who will do a good and quick job in all categories. We are SO ready to be done with the old place, SO ready to focus our lives on one house. For the extra-curious, Mrs. Random has been blogging regularly with updates about our process of moving out and moving in.