Author: lis

I don’t think I have ever in my life been so excited about laundry day. We have been unable to wash and dry our clothes since we sold the dryer to our friend Kris, and then we needed a plumber to hook up the new one. But after a week and half, I’ve got clean socks again. Which is a good thing, because I only had one pair left!

I’d heard a lot about Russo’s before we moved, and my friend Jen has taken a few pictures of their amazing produce selection. But I was pretty overwhelmed by the vastness; I think I looked a bit like Dorothy when she first steps out of her house into Oz as I wandered around trying to find something as simple as lettuce. I did eventually find it, but not before first finding several fruits and veggies I’ve never heard of before.

The Container Store is one of those dangerous places that sells all kinds of cute little organizers and gadgets that you look at and think “oh yeah! I could definitely use that!” I am convinced that they pipe something into the store that affects the brain.

I have come across about 80 extra hangers in the unpacking process so far. Yet I saw these and went, oh they’re so bright and colorful! I should get some!

Our first day in the new house, and Doug spent it with our friends Greg and Michael, removing the old death-trap basement stairs and putting in a new flight.

here’s the stairs shortly after the guys got going. and I thought they were dangerous before!

do do do do…. here comes our stuff….it’s all right…

we could not have been happier with Big Foot Movers. Very pleasant and professional, and not a thing damaged.

Everyone warned us that having 2 closings in one day would be stressful and could easily have problems. But the whole day went smooth as glass. We were done with the first closing (selling) in 15 minutes, though I suspect our buyers may still be there signing things. The second closing took closer to an hour, but was still a piece of cake

Pictured here along with us are the bank’s lawyer on the end, and our lawyer Carol, who was absolutely wonderful.

…’cause I’m….

movin’ out.

OK, I know we all spend all of winter pissing and moaning about the cold and the snow and shoveling. But given that April isn’t over yet, this does seem a wee bit ridiculous.

Hah, Sign. I warned you this time would come. Oh yes….I warned you.

This place hasn’t been called McCarthy’s for years, but Doug and I still refer to it that way. Someone named Mauro bought and renamed it a while back, but fortunately didn’t change much else. It’s our favorite place to get breakfast on Sunday mornings–good simple food for cheap. During the week, it seems to be trapped about 45 years ago–the retired men next to the construction guys at the counter at lunchtime; short order cook giving everyone a little lip; waitresses who call everyone “dear.”  I hope we find somplace like it near our new house.