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My right hand aches as we drive into the short but steep driveway. The most painful part about buying a house is signing the papers on closing day. Reams and reams of papers. I have never been happier that I changed my name when I got married. Short was so much better today.
We turn and grin at each other. With our little girl in daycare and the day off we plan to spend the day alone in our new house. We press the button on the garage door opener and watch it open. although it has only been a couple hours since we last saw the garage it seems so much bigger.
The door from the garage into the house seems to swing closed.
“Did you see that?” I ask out loud.
“See what?” My Husband responds
“The door moved, like it just closed”
“It was probably just the change in air pressure with the garage door opening”
“Of course it was”
We park in the garage and get the mop and the bucket out of the trunk.
We walk to the door into the house from the garage. it is locked and the keys don’t seem to work. We decide that it is better to go through the front door. We leave the cleaning supplies in the garage and walk to the front door. Grinning we unlock the door together and before I can protest my husband picks me up to carry me over the threshold. As he dose the March wind whips up and catches the screen door and swings into both of us. My feet find the front door and stop it as it starts to swing shut.
Laughing we push the door back and enter the house. It cold with out occupant the heat has been off or very low, and a midwestern spring brings snow and frigid temperatures. Neither of us can remember where the thermostat is. But as we will be working downstairs we decide we will turn on the gas fireplace.
We go to the den and turn on the fire place and is comes on with a high faint squeal. It is an unearthly noise that seem like a protest as the gas begins to flow through the pipes and ignite. The house is waking up and coming back to life having sat empty for several months. We hold our hands out towards the fire and the warmth from the blue flames behind the glass spread across our faces and hands.
We go about the house mopping the floors checking the faucets and the pipes. getting the cob webs down. putting any big spiders outside in the woods in the back. The wind makes the trees creak against each other and it seems like they welcome the spiders in a very eerie way.
After a few hours the house, although empty, feels warm and like it will be home. The movers will start tomorrow and it will be two days before we have all our stuff here from our apartment.
We go back to the car and get the sleeping bags, new shower curtains, floor lamps, and the few other thing we have brought over to make this place seem like ours.
We spread the sleeping bag on the floor and plug in the floor lamp in the den as it is getting darker. We have an hour before we need to pick up our daughter and head back to finish packing up the apartment.
The light and warmth of the fire flood the room with a romantic glow. We cuddle up on the sleeping bags looking at the fire and he begins to stroke my back. I turn to meet his kiss when there is a loud crash from up stairs.
We both jump up and run to the stairs. The mop and bucket have tipped over in the bathroom and the dirty mop water has spilled and is soaking into hall the carpet. We grab the few rags that we have and wring out the mop trying to soak up the water and stop the mess before it gets worse. Somehow we mange it but it has killed the romantic mood.
Once we get it cleaned up we realize it is time to go get our daughter and head back to the apartment for dinner. We turn off the fireplace and close up everything for the night. We leave the sleeping bag on the floor, It makes the room more feel more inviting and less empty.
Next part is here. Edits made 11/1/09.
I will reserve my critique until I have read what you post on this subject over the next day or two. I did want to tell you that I really liked this sentence: "We hold our hands out towards the fire and the warmth from the blue flames behind the glass spread across our faces and hands." The imagery is beautiful. There are other sentences, but I thought this one was the best.
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