Settling in

Thoughts that occurred to me this morning on my walk to the department (in chronological order):
1) What was that that just dripped on me?
2) Did a squirrel just pee on my head?
3) Seriously?  Did that really just happen?!  Wh--
4) Wait, no, there are no squirrels here.
5) Thank god.  I love this place!

I'm not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed about this line of reasoning, but whatever.

In other news, we have begun the settling in process.  It is going nicely!  It is nice to not have to live out of a suitcase.

I leave you with some haphazardly-arranged pictures of our new place, and it being inhabited by us.  Next time, maybe a tour of the local flora and fauna.

Our bedroom:

Note the awesome saloon doors to the kitchen:

 I am gigantic by 1820s standards.  All the doorways are like this. 


This is our first dinner in the new house!  (Alyson cooked; steak, broccoli, toast, tomatoes.  All scrumptious.)

 

 I'm guessing there obviously used to be a fireplace there.  I miss it.

You can really see where our threshold has been worn away by 200 years of foot traffic:

These are the guys rolling up to deliver our first real furniture (besides the bed):

 This is our extra-secure hot water heater ('geyser') room.