A condo with a guest room = guests

One of the reasons I had been working so hard to unpack the condo was that I was expecting guests May 31, which I had. They were here Thursday-Sunday that week, took off for a few days to other spots on the east coast, then back for a few days starting the 7th - just after I had my v-tach episode. So L was able to drive me to one of my follow-up doctor's appointments, very helpful. We had planned this visit of theirs before I even started fixing up the house - in fact, the first bits of this visit of theirs from Austin were before I even thought of selling the house. But much of our planning was during the winter. My thoughts at that point had been, well, I'd be lucky to have the house ready to put on the market by May 1, and of course it wouldn't sell for 3-4 months to get a decent offer, so no problem, they'd be staying in the house with me, and it would actually be cleaner and neater than usual because I'd have stuff in storage while it was being shown for sale, right? Who knew that the house would be fixed and sold and I'd be all moved a month before their visit? So it was important to get at least the guest room cleared up enough to open the bed and for people to be able to open suitcases up in it.

( More about visits )

Now I can take my time moving the computer and printer over to it, and unpacking several of the boxes marked "office" which may contain genuinely useful office supplies, or may contain ancient torn-out-of-magazines knitting patterns, or may contain some of Steve's vast collection of pens, pencils, pencil holders, and spiral-bound notebooks from college, which I managed to get rid of some of before I moved, but some of it got packed because the house sold so fast that I had to finish packing in a hurry, throwing everything into boxes without making any decisions. With luck, at least half of what's in those "office" boxes will be destined for Goodwill or other similar efforts, and only half, or less, to stay here. The quest to unload STUPH continues.

( Stuff about the pets )

I am still not completely used to the higher dose of carvedilol, but I have had it pointed out by my cardiologist that I am some 9 years older than the last time I titrated up on this stuff, and hey, guess what, adjustments DO take longer when one is fifty-mumble than when one is forty-mumble. So I am being patient, and I'll grant that it's a little better now than it was 2 weeks ago. Some of the heat we had for a few days last week did NOT help, but today is a lot cooler, and I think I'll take advantage of that by doing something exciting like, oh, maybe taking out the garbage!

a few pictures

Here's a shot of the ridiculously complicated stereo system setup Steve had, including running the sound for the TV through the stereo rather than its own speakers, and being able to record stuff from the TV onto three different DVD recorders... all of which, except the 3 DVDs, I managed to replicate here in the condo, by dint of really, really excessive labelling of everything in sight as to color and position. I'm down to only two DVD players instead of three, and only one minidisc player instead of two.
( Stereo )

This one's a last view of the house in Catonsville - the shutters and front door painted a dark red, rather than the ancient peeling white paint the shutters had had, and the pumpkin orange that I had painted the front door last summer in a fit of whimsy and boredness.
( Catonsville house )

And this is what the house living room looked like after my real estate agent made me put about 3/4 of my books and their related bookshelves into storage. It was an astoundingly large living room!
( living room )

More relevant pics to follow after I get 'em off my phone.