The internet worked and then it didn’t and then it did and then it didn’t, and now it appears it does, but I don’t know for how long .
We shall have yet another visitation from the Cable People tomorrow, I believe.
Being without the Internet is a little like being at the bottom of a pool, but today, without the World Wide Interweb, I:
Ate two lobsters. Yes. Two. And then had a cookie the size of my head.
Moved crap.
Vacuumed, dusted and mopped like there was someone important coming over (that was at the rental that has been our home since Sept. 1, and I guess, given that the landlord moves in Tuesday, that someone important is coming over).
Drove to Mystic, CT, to meet friends.
Laughed at some really good jokes.
Drank half a big-girl drink, then thought better of it.
Had a marvelous time.
I hope you can say the same. We sleep in our new house for the first time tonight and I, for one, shall sleep like a baby.
I will be moving stuff tomorrow, so I can get my bicycle out from the back bedroom and onto the road. But today I went to Portsmouth to see the Tall Ships, all two of them.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/groopie/4650790709/in/set-72157624038269123/
pretty ship
Oh, cool! Did you get moved? I am sitting here surrounded by boxes, but waiting for Cable Guy allowed me four hours of uninterrupted nostalgia. I feel a little sick over it, in fact.
Nope — That first post from your new house never made it onto this blog. Did you try re-booting? Or, perhaps, galoshes?
I was cut off from the 21st century for roughly 48 hours. I survived, though.
Congrats on your move–although I thought you moved a few weeks ago.
Are the Cable people really going to come on a Sunday?
They really did, at 11:19. Took the man an hour. Evidently this old house doesn’t have fabulous connections, just like its new owners. I am in a slow-motion move, but as of last night (at 9-ish), I moved the last of my crap to my new crap-place.
Heading to our cottage tomorrow and will start cleaning a winter’s worth of dust and spider webs! Sleep well!
Is it a real cottage, like in Snow White? I want a cottage.
I want the dwarves, provided they do plumbing and don’t whine much.
Ah, fabulous. Hope the spiders spun webs strong enough to hold dinner plates. Then you don’t have to dust.
Happy sleeping and happy waking in your new home.
I’m back on my own mattress. I sleep like the dead. In fact, if Cable Guy hadn’t been coming at 8, I would have slept past 8.
Yesterday, a dear friend and his wife stood next to their son who I have known since he was 8, at the front of a local church where he was wed to a young lady that my children have known since she was, well, very young. We laughed, we cried, we danced, (not me!) ate “wedding food” and wedding cake! I saw old friends, still didn’t dance and ate some more wedding cake.
This morning, we are getting together to eat bagels and lox and laugh and cry some more.
Except this time, I won’t be wearing a suit.
It’s going to be a great day!
It sounds like a wonderful day. I love it when lil’ babies grow up to be adults and you get to watch the whole thing. Mazel tov to all concerned!
DJ, Is it THE Mystic, as in Mystic Pizza? That movie?
Mario, why didn’t you dance?
THE Mystic, as in the pizza place, though we ate at Mystic Seaport at their Lobster Days. My friend Helen thought we all couldn’t eat two lobsters apiece, but we proved her wrong. With corn. And cole slaw. And a huge cookie.
I think there’s still a restaurant just over the state line in RI where lobster is part of the all-you-can-eat deal. My sister visited a few times, and I doubt if she broke any records but she was known to eat more than two a’them crustaceans. At a sitting.
…and of course the name popped into my head just as I hit send…. It’s Kuste’s, I believe, although I won’t swear that’s the correct spelling.
I wouldn’t want to offer me all I can eat lobster. I’m told back in the dark ages when my family lived in California, I wanted only lobster tails. My father was actually concerned that I had — at age 1.5 — Champagne taste on a Beer income.
You and my sister, from the days when she was asking for “wobstah.”
I started the weekend with bad news about a friend and didn’t know how to deal with it, so I started knitting an afghan. She’s still alive; the afghan is for her.
I’m saddened to hear of your friend’s troubles. We’re all always just one phone-call away from bad news, aren’t we…….
Oh, I’m sorry the news was bad. I go garden, seasonally-speaking, when I Need to Work Something Out. I used to go running, but my knees gave out and now I have the prettiest yard around because I seem to take a long time working things out.
My thoughts are with you, Sensible, and with your friend.
I had 3 13 yr old boys 1 12 yr old and 1 8 yr old spending the night (2 are my own.) both Friday and last night. Last night we had a barbeque with carne asade, hot dogs, chicken, (homemade) potato salad, jicama and cucumber slices, and corn on the cob. And cake. And two more boys, 9 and 6 were over (with their mom) and we hung out. Now the five that slept here are off having a big nerf gun shoot out at the park. They went hiking on a local hill for about 4 hours yesterday.
And I’m feeling good and hopeful that my kids’ friends will know that they are always welcome at our home, and that this will be the chief hang-out house.
“this will be the chief hang-out house.”
What’s your maximum-age limit? I want to hang out too!
Jaysus. I wish I’d known. I’d have come just for the potato salad.
It was good potato salad. I used a vintage salad dressing recipe so no mayo. It was nice.
I don’t have a maximum age – I love hanging out and fortunately have friends that do too. I made homemade lemon-limeade too. And passion fruit tea.
I am dining on grapes/cold pizza/cran-apple juice with an orange squeezed in. I just went out in my teeny-tiny yard and managed to spend three hours gardening. I don’t move slowly, either. Man, that was fun.