I never said that these were very interesting…

Oh reclining La-z-Boy, how I’ve missed you. This is my ghetto attempt to get my ooma to work. I haven’t figured it out yet, but once I’ll do, you’ll be able to call me for free.

The expeditious movers actually took most of the boxes this afternoon. These are the rest. I am so finished with looking at boxes right now.

This is the only room that I really want to organize. And I have to send out a heartfelt thanks once again to Blair for pushing me through the plus-sized shopping aisles of decadence and ensuring that I’d be well-stocked here in Dakar. 

If the absence of functioning traffic lights hadn’t already deterred you- guess what the lucky inaugural visitor will be doing when he or she comes to stay with me?

Okay, so what I meant to say was that the office is the place where I will work out, not work on my Nobel Prize.  But you kind of knew that already.

Really, it feels a LOT messier than it looks…

Okay so that’s it. I could lie and say that there will be an “after” entry coming in the near future that would complete this bizarre version of a triptych, but I’m nowhere near Martha Stewart. I am messy. I write critical notes on the back of my hand and then wash my hands without thinking (at the moment however, I am being reminded that #22 is my parking space en bas). 

The best that I can probably promise you all are some “after” photos that will be posted in a 2012 blog post (Lord, if I’m still at this blogging practice by then). These will be taken once the movers come and take all of this garbage away again.

And now! I shall sleep in my OWN place….

P.S. As I was waiting for my apartment keys yesterday, I got roped into stuffing plastic Easter eggs with candy for the embassy egg hunt. As I sat on the floor, surrounded by a pond of laffy taffy and a box of plastic eggs, our Army Lieutenant Colonel walked by and remarked with a grin: “The taxpayers would be glad to see that we are making excellent use of our Olmsted Scholar!”  I was given egg-stuffing directions and then told the two woman showing me how to do it that I wasn’t exactly Martha Stewart, but I would give it a go. One woman turned to the other and said, “C’est qui, Martha Stewart?” (Who’s that?). The other woman basically responded by saying, “You don’t know Martha Stewart? She’s the housewife with too much time on her hands.”

Well-explained. And with that in mind, I look forward to the first visitor showing up and cleaning up their messy room!