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05 July 2015 @ 07:23 pm
a warm house  

The housewarming party went really well yesterday. Most people were able to attend despite the poxy child, and in a fortuitous combination of good weather and me just not being up to trying to otherwise entertain said poxy child, basically the adults spent the entire afternoon and evening outside in the vast, beautiful back garden while the kids alternated between watching TV, running around, and reading graphic novels. Normally I wouldn’t let them have the TV on, but…yeah. This time they got to, and so basically the Long Room was theirs and the rest of the house was ours. :)

Adults outside:
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One of the kids (the child of a librarian) came to me and said, in horror, “You know those graphic novels you used to have on top of the bookcase that are now on three shelves? They’re OUT OF ORDER!!!”

I told him he could put them in order and he lit right up in undisguised joy, and later reported, happily, that they were all in order now. :)

A great deal of heavy lifting was accomplished by big strong handsome men, and now everything that was intended to be taken out of the upstairs has been, and beds have been switched around, and there’s at least some room to continue unpacking.

The engineer in attendance was delighted to hear there was a swingset to build, and took over the construction and supervision of construction of said swingset. Many people stood around and observed, with the occasional intervention for heavy lifting.

Other people, distressed that I had been in the kitchen preparing food in one fashion or another the entire time they were there, took over the kitchen-cleaning duties after all the food was gone, and left the whole place much more manageable than I had expected it to be.

Mom gave everybody tours of the house, and people asked when it was exactly I’d met with the devil to sign away my soul, and said things like, “I’m going to take a turn down to the end of the garden; I’ll be back in an hour or so,” and sat around on picnic blankets conversing and eating and generally seeming to have a lovely time. I certainly did.

For all of their hard work, people were rewarded with sheets of brownies to take home with them, as well as, of course, the actual barbeque stuff, which all turned out nicely. Burgers, hot dogs, potato salad, homemade lemonade (which was REALLY good and had to be rationed because when it was gone, it was gone!), salad, crisps, soda, and hot fudge brownie sundaes at the end of it all.

Slightly funky panoramic of descending upon the feast. :)
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(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
 
Geek of Weird Shit: sensualgows on July 5th, 2015 06:42 pm (UTC)
Awww . . . it sounds lovely! Hooray for people helping!

I do think a good KitCon is in order. :)
kitmizkit on July 5th, 2015 06:56 pm (UTC)
Perhaps many small ManorCons! :)
Deborah Blakedeborahblakehps on July 5th, 2015 07:59 pm (UTC)
It sounds wonderful! I want to take a turn around the garden too :-)
martianmooncrabmartianmooncrab on July 5th, 2015 09:13 pm (UTC)
One of the kids (the child of a librarian) came to me and said, in horror, “You know those graphic novels you used to have on top of the bookcase that are now on three shelves? They’re OUT OF ORDER!!!”

the OCD is strong in this one... and of course.. books..
kitmizkit on July 5th, 2015 09:18 pm (UTC)
My mom, overhearing him, said she'd noticed they were out of order, too, and was astonished, because I'm pretty OCD about that myself. :)
martianmooncrabmartianmooncrab on July 5th, 2015 09:22 pm (UTC)
my music CD's are out of order at the moment, mostly because I am working on other projects... but, I KNOW they are, and its bothersome.
desperance: lukedesperance on July 6th, 2015 12:43 am (UTC)
homemade lemonade (which was REALLY good and had to be rationed because when it was gone, it was gone!)

I hate how that happens.

And I would totally have come to your party instead of my own, if it weren't for the continent-plus-ocean in between.
kitmizkit on July 6th, 2015 08:23 am (UTC)
It actually worked out pretty well. Everybody got a glass and there was just enough. :)

Damn that continent plus ocean, or, alternately, damn that lack of transporters...
Amberleyamberley on July 6th, 2015 04:40 am (UTC)
Fence-painting made easy
How very Tom Sawyer! And what, nice weather so people could enjoy the outdoors? Well done!
kitmizkit on July 8th, 2015 09:09 am (UTC)
Re: Fence-painting made easy
To be fair, I warned them ahead of time that I'd be making them do heavy lifting! It wasn't all "this fence is so much fun to paint!" :)
Karenklwilliams on July 6th, 2015 03:30 pm (UTC)
Friends who help you finish moving: that's the best kind of housewarming. And brownies to take home!

I'm sorry the kid is poxie, but better now than later. I caught chicken pox at 16 and was completely covered in them from the knees up. I still have several scars.
kitmizkit on July 7th, 2015 09:51 pm (UTC)
My sister and I didn't get them (despite being exposed many times) until I was 11.5 and she was 8. We had them ev.er.y.where. Between our toes. Down the ear canal. Up the nose. Down the throat. Ev.er.y.where. Indy's encounter with them sent me looking for the scars I could remember, and there seems to be only one left, on my eyebrow ridge. I dunno when the others disappeared, but you have my most intense sympathies.

Indy, fortunately, is not *nearly* that inflicted. (I really do think I got him vaccinated. Possibly it was a "and is one of those the chicken pox vaccine? / do you WANT that one? / OF COURSE I DO" sorts of things, and perhaps it's provided partial immunity so this isn't *too* awful...)
Alix (Tersa): Kitties--brotherly love (tersa)tersa on July 6th, 2015 03:56 pm (UTC)
Hooray! I'm sorry the transporter technology isn't completed yet, or I would've loved to have attended. What great anecdotes, though. :) <3
kitmizkit on July 7th, 2015 09:52 pm (UTC)
There will be other ManorCons! Perhaps you can come to one of them! :)
Alix (Tersa): Castle - Teatimetersa on July 7th, 2015 10:04 pm (UTC)
THAT WOULD BE SO AWESOME, I CANNOT.