Tuesday, September 28, 2004

moving blues

It has been rainy and gray for a week or so, actually I think since the day they loaded our stuff into the crates. This is making me really look forward to Tucson and that weather -- sunshine and more sunshine, and then, hey, maybe some more sunshine! It will be a great opportunity to set all the furniture out in the sun and get that lovely European musty smell baked out of them.
Oops!Must go -- will finish later!

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Locker blues...

Thor's locker is still jammed, with his backpack inside it. And inside his backpack are his pencil cases. So he has no pencils, pens, scissors, glue, erasers, etc. It jammed on Friday. He came home yesterday, Monday, without his backpack because they hadn't gotten it open yet. I hope they get it open today. His toothbrush and pajamas are locked in there too, because he went to a sleepover Friday night. This somehow seems so Thor, somehow...

She's EIGHT!

But she says she still feels seven. And then says quit bugging her. So, even though Tess is now eight, she's still Tess. And she's excited about her new go-cart. I will take pictures of her riding it today and post them here, so you can see what I mean. Of course, she is also thrilled with her new Action Man, who is on roller blades and carrying a big wicked sword. He is wearing a helmet, but, really, how safety conscious can you be if you roller blade with an enormous sharp dangerous object?

Monday, September 06, 2004

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Web site with tons of addresses for news, etc.


This guy has posted a page in his blog with addresses for campaigns, news shows and organizations, radio, cable channels, etc. Great place to find addresses and emails when you want to blow off a little steam.

Hold baggage.

A bunch of stuff left today. It said there was a much nicer family down the block and was going to live with them from now on. Or a couple of Dutch guys came and put it in boxes and then in a smallish crate and drove off with it. Same guys who unloaded our stuff three years ago, actually. One of them went to school with the lady next door. The Netherlands really is a small country.

Dishes. Pillows and bedding. TV and computer. X-Box and 31 game discs. Legos. Toys. Golf clubs and roller blades. Tools, tape, flashlight. Folding camp chairs. Stuff.

I hate moving. I especially hate the last month of a move. I walk around feeling slightly nauseated and for some reason slightly hunched over. This last part could be imagination on my part, but still. I will also now be clutching a small bright red book so that I can write down those random thoughts of stuff I still gotta do. Probably not a pretty sight.