We've struggled to get an IKEA commissioned kitchen installer to finally finish the kitchen installation. It's so close to being done, but delay after delay and miscommunications are happening. I wish I could speak the language to try my hand at getting this settled right. Installers showed up this morning, but the wrong ones (counter people rather than cabinet ones), so they left. The counters aren't due to be ready until spring, as they'll be custom cut for our unique and small kitchen.

Today we sign some final paperwork with the realtor of the seller of our new place. We already own it, but the last bits are more formality. After today, we'll hopefully never see that realtor again. We will see the seller a lot. He kept a large barn and a bit of property behind what we bought. He's an elderly man who does highly skilled metal working (blacksmith). He's clearly sad that he had to sell. The property was in his family for over 150 years. We're sympathetic to that. We imagine it saddens him that a city boy Praguer (Hubby) and a foreigner (me) now own it. It's understandable. After we settle in, I'll have Hubby invite him for some coffee and dessert (or drinks).