Mistress and Slave Resettlement

My how time flies when you're not posting on your sex blog!

I realized this morning that it's been a whole week since we updated our devoted readers on developments here in River City.

Moving really does suck. And the notion of "downsizing" is particularly challenging when you have two cute Co-Eds that are in denial about the whole thing.

What was it about: "sweethearts, your rooms are smaller and there is less closet space" that they didn't understand?"

Of course, I will not be critical of Mistress, because Slave will deserve a punishment.

Then there are two cats being "new house broken".  One definitely has to look where you are walking around here. There is nothing like the squish of a cat turd between your bare toes.

I was thinking about doing a top ten list titled "You know you have too much stuff when.....", but the process of editing was giving me a headache.

Not that I am an innocent bystander: I am already regretting not throwing away more of my collection of mismatched coffee cups. I'm the only one who drinks coffee here, and you only need one at a time right?  And  albums: who needs two versions of "Sergeant Pepper"? (The original scratched up one from 1967 or so, and a "remastered" English version?) Then there are family heirlooms: my grandfather's pictures of war torn France from WWI; a great grandmother's trunk from Ireland. Photos of my grandfather's farm in upstate NY. I've held onto them. But who the heck will want to retrieve them from this old attic when I'm tired of moving them? Or not moving at all?

It is nice to be in our new/old bedroom. Slave lived here 3-4 nights a week for a while when the rest of the crowd was in Florida. Mistress visited occasionally. But it was more  a bachelor pad then. Now it may be a tad more crowded with "stuff", but feels much more like home, particularly with Mistress beside me every night.

And it's a lot more tranquil than out old house/neighborhood, particularly this weekend. Cute Co-Ed #1 is on a round trip visiting friends; Cute Co-Ed #2 is on summer camp in NYC for two months. (She calls it an "internship"). So Mistress and Slave have time to unpack, as well as spend a little more time in bed, without concerns about thin walls and ambient noise.

Friday night we went to our old/new swim club, ran into old friends, who invited us over for an impromptu dinner. with kids away, no one was asking us "what's for dinner?", so we could easily change plans.

Last night it was a walk to the local ice cream parlor and the next door movie theatre, before heading home to our empty nest. Plus some worship before bedtime.

We definitely can get used to this.

So you will excuse me if I stop blogging and begin my preparations for a proper switch day. won't you?