Our new home
On moving day, thankfully, there was very little rain. The next day, it rained much harder.
While our helpers were carrying furniture and boxes into our new apartment, Jasper and Ziva were hiding under the bed. (Or, rather, Jasper was keeping his head under the bed, like an ostrich.) Only after the helpers left did the kitties venture to the living room. Since then, they’ve been sniffing around the apartment. They seem to like it well enough.
Still, they’ve been clinging to us more than usual. When Karin went to work this morning, Jasper cried most piteously; and he did it again when I was about to leave.
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The unpacking will be completed by the end of the week – I hope.
Unused to such hard labor, Karin & I sleep soundly. At bedtime, we can hardly move.
Karin (lying in bed last night): “That was such a weird movie, Sweetie.”
John-Paul (almost too pained to speak): “Which movie?”
Karin: “Pineapple Express for Kids.”
John-Paul: “Pineapple Express for Kids?”
(Pause.)
Karin: “Yeah. You know. Superbad.”
We watched Superbad quite a while ago. Why would Karin be reminded of it – or of The Pineapple Express, for that matter? Maybe because of our neighbor, who’s often smoking in his parked car.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
This is one of the better apartments I’ve lived in. The main window lets in a good deal of light. There’s plenty of counter space in the kitchen. The rooms are fairly large. The crime rate is fairly low.
As I’ve mentioned, the river is across the street. Next to it is a good trail for running. Karin says she’ll go with me if I run lazily enough.
While our helpers were carrying furniture and boxes into our new apartment, Jasper and Ziva were hiding under the bed. (Or, rather, Jasper was keeping his head under the bed, like an ostrich.) Only after the helpers left did the kitties venture to the living room. Since then, they’ve been sniffing around the apartment. They seem to like it well enough.
Still, they’ve been clinging to us more than usual. When Karin went to work this morning, Jasper cried most piteously; and he did it again when I was about to leave.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
The unpacking will be completed by the end of the week – I hope.
Unused to such hard labor, Karin & I sleep soundly. At bedtime, we can hardly move.
Karin (lying in bed last night): “That was such a weird movie, Sweetie.”
John-Paul (almost too pained to speak): “Which movie?”
Karin: “Pineapple Express for Kids.”
John-Paul: “Pineapple Express for Kids?”
(Pause.)
Karin: “Yeah. You know. Superbad.”
We watched Superbad quite a while ago. Why would Karin be reminded of it – or of The Pineapple Express, for that matter? Maybe because of our neighbor, who’s often smoking in his parked car.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
This is one of the better apartments I’ve lived in. The main window lets in a good deal of light. There’s plenty of counter space in the kitchen. The rooms are fairly large. The crime rate is fairly low.
As I’ve mentioned, the river is across the street. Next to it is a good trail for running. Karin says she’ll go with me if I run lazily enough.