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In our last installment, I told you, gentle readers (all two or three of you) of how we awoke late on Sunday morning following our altogether-too-long moving day, and discovered that the hardwood floors in the new hours were seriously botched. And I mean seriously.

See, we’re leasing-to-own a house a fellow here in town flipped. He was working right up until the move date to finish things up. On Friday, one of his workers arrived to put down the last coat of varnish on the hardwood floors. We’re not sure what happened, but we ended up with sort-of shiny floors with lots of not-so-shiny blotches in them.

That meant that the floors needed to be refinished again.

Which meant we couldn’t move in.

Thus, we had a really big mess, because we had the gynormous-sized U-Haul truck packed with stuff, and it had to be back the next day.

So, we unpacked the truck. Some stuff went into the bathrooms and kitched, which had tile floors and were unaffected by the refinishing mess.

Everything else went into the attic, the garage (and let me tell you, we had it packed full). The piano and some other misc. furniture went on the front porch. Everything else that didn’t fit into any of the above-named spots went under the carport.

My brother and I ended up camping out at the house for the next few days, just to be sure nobody absconded with our furniture in the dead of the night … not likely given the location of the house … but hey, it never hurts to be on the safe side.

By Wednesday, the floors had cured, and we could start moving stuff in again. Unfortunately, the volunteer moving crew was only at the house on Sunday, so my brother, my brother-in-law, my father-in-law and myself had to sort through the mess and move things in a bit at a time.

Eventually we got all settled in.

I’m not moving ANYWHERE again until a) I’m sure the house is ready, and b) we hire a moving crew.