The Great Mom Move-in

Thanks to the not-so-hilarious, and, in fact, down-right-scary antics of Mom’s current landlord, we’ve all decided that it would be best if she just got the hell out of there, and over to our place pronto. And by “pronto” I mean “this Friday”.

Is Operation Basement Apartment nearing completion, you ask? In a word, no. We’re stalled at the plastering phase of the kitchen renovations. It’s just been a lot trickier to get the plastering and sanding done now that we’re smack dab in the middle of Driveway Sealing Season. Graham says that we should be able to prime and paint that room this week. Then he’ll tile the floor and install the cabinets, countertop and sink.

The amended plan, then, is as follows. Mom and I have been moving car loads of small boxes and assorted bulky items to our spare bedroom over the last couple of weeks. This Friday, Matt and Karlie will borrow Karlie’s Dad’s truck to move whatever remaining large pieces of furniture are left from Mom’s current place, which we shall now and forever refer to as “The Doorway to Hell”. She’s slowly been inching all of her belongings toward the main room, and quite literally has been sleeping in whatever corner of the room she can find to curl up in. She’ll stay in our spare room until she can get her things arranged in a comfortable (and comforting) manner in the main room of the basement. Then Graham and I will finish the kitchen down there for her, at which time she’ll cease being the Mother-in-Law Upstairs and sleep in her unit downstairs, sharing my bathroom until hers is complete.

Did I mention she’ll be bringing her three cats, too?