Monica, feeling ambitious, has headed out to Target for supplies. In case the mover calls, someone needs to be here (the answering machine's on the truck), so I volunteered. A few more cups of tea, some bread and fruit — all courtesy of Janie and Joa, accompanied a little reading in the The Annual Manual to see what we've gotten ourselves into.
Janie and Joa stopped by last evening, bringing us some much-welcomed food, utensils, and necessities, and a housewarming geranium. And then took us out to Diego's for a hearty, chile-rich dinner with the all-important Silver Coin margaritas. After running down the locations of some of the necessary stores, they dropped us back home. The evening, which I swear was warmer than when we arrived, quickly turned windy and brought a brief thunderstorm. It soon cleared, leaving what I choose to believe is a good omen:
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Jealous already...need more details about horrible moving-in trials to offset view of mountains and tea on patio....
Well, the painting we commissioned as our wedding present was pretty much the only casualty of the move. A big one, but hopefully reparable. More in a post later.
And I know the guys who were carrying all our stuff down the stairs, then up the stairs, then up the two flights would have some horrible stories.
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