Wednesday, December 04, 2002
Sorry there was no entry yesterday. It would seem that Blgger is rationing service in an attempt to herd everyone towards BloggerPro. I know far too many people who pay for BloggerPro, only to have it be as unreliable as the free version, to play lemming on this one.
Here I am in the "new place," and I have a headache and outside the sky is gray and threatening ice. Nothing ever goes the way I plan (well, not often enough to see any statistically significant pattern). The movers didn't finish by 2 p.m. on Monday. It was more like 4:30 p.m., and we were 6 p.m. getting out of Birmingham. Even then, we had to leave some things behind (including the cat), requiring a very annoying and, considering how exhausted Jennifer and I both were by last night, dangerous trip back to Birmingham. At 11:27 p.m. (CST) we departed Liberty House for the last time and got back to Atlanta about 3:30 this morning. I went straight to bed. I think that once you've ammassed enough "stuff" that it cannot all be transported in the largest available U-Haul truck, plus a medium-sized U'Haul trailer, it's time to stop frelling moving.
Today I have to try to make the office functional, so I can get back to the business of writing.
Yesterday morning, while the movers unloaded, I walked around the grounds of the new place. We have absolutely marvelous oaks (huge and ancient), sycamores, magnolias, and dogwoods. It's nice to have grass and trees and squirrels and such. Nature at one's doorstep (though I will miss the sound of freight trains in downtown Birmingham). I met a pretty little black boy cat with a red jingly collar, hardly more than a kitten, who followed me about the property (he seems to have been abandoned here). I found a nickel. The old schoolhouse (circa 1907) is really remarkable. We even have swings and blackboards on the walls. This will, I think — I hope — be a very good place to live. Grand thanks to Byron, Jennifer (the other Jennifer!), and Jim for going out of their way to help us get here. My Rhode Islander will arrive late in December, come to stay. Before then, I have at least a thousand things to do. At least.
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