My God. Rob just turned into a teenager. “Jenny” just came on the radio—apparently he used to play it in his high school garage band. He is playing the steering wheel and singing the backup. He just apologized saying, “I was more earnest then” and then went back to singing.
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Move To NYC, Day Two As fate would have it, when we called Mr. B– today to see how they were faring on their cross-country trip west, we were only about 30 miles heading toward each other. We stopped at the Flying J truck stop, just east of Rapid City Wyoming to meet up. I
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Move to NYC–Day 1 We have arrived safely in Salt Lake City. Alas, we had to cancel the dinner with friends because, even getting up at dawn, we still didn’t arrive at Beth’s until after eleven pm. Meanwhile, you can click on the photo above to look at an album–unlabled–of the past two days. Things
The new moving truck holds everything we were planning on taking, including bicycles and Rob’s motorcycle. Whew. We backed the new one up to the old one in front of the Chelsea’s house and carried stuff straight across–some things did get offloaded so we could control weight distribution–but it went so much smoother than yesterday.
Surprise! We were comfortable with the things we were going to have to leave behind because of space. What we did not anticipate was the weight of what we did manage to get into the truck. We have bottomed out the suspension. Totally. The truck is so overweight that after A LOT of thought, we
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Marlowe got outside. When I found him and tried to pick him up, he hissed and ran. He’s under the neighbors’ porch now. I think we might have to let him stay out overnight; with any luck, he will follow his usual pattern and comes back in the morning. What a pain. Edited to add:
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We are almost gone. Around 6:30, we finished loading the truck. I paused after the truck was loaded to play my violin in the empty living room. Wicked reverb. It’s 10:00 now and we are about to leave the house. We decided to hire a cleaning service to do the cleaning, but it took us
In a half an hour, Rob and I are biking off to pick up the moving van. I’m puttering around, packing all of the random things that somehow didn’t get into boxes. But, really, we’re pretty much ready for our wonderful friends to descend on the house and help us load the truck. I think
We celebrated by packing! I also stripped more linoleum, and am nearly finished.
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Rob has a collection of wine. The trouble with driving across the country in the summer is that the wine would bake in the moving truck. So, today we had guests over to help empty the cellar. The highlight of the evening, for me was his Domain Du Mas Blanc from Banyuls from 1977. (Rob
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I haven’t seen my high school friend, Irene, since we graduated twenty years ago. She moved to Portland last year and this is the first time we’ve managed to get together. The experience was surreal and great. It was as if time had not passed, except of course that it had. A lifetime, really, so
The Slush God Speaketh: Shimmer — The Pirate Issue: Table of Contents At long last, I present the table of contents for Shimmer — The Pirate Issue: * A Hand for Each by J. Kathleen Cheney * Captain Blood’s B00ty by Jeremiah Tolbert * The Blackguard of God by Melinda Selmys * Come to the
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Yesterday, Rob asked me about a box on our curb. It had a towel and a car floor mat in it. I didn’t recognize either, but figured that someone had pulled it out of their car while loading some yardsale item in. Granted, it hadn’t been there the day of the yard sale, but neither