Lis's Project 365

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.

I have a giant nose in my office. (what, you don’t?) It makes an appearance once a year, for our annual Sense of Smell Day celebration (what, you didn’t know about Sense of Smell Day?  you gotta get out more).

well, for a little over 10 years now I’ve been taking the 7:40 express out of Framingham. But no more. Goodbye, 7:40 express. You were mostly on-time and I usually got a seat by someone not too offensive. Ah, the memories…

(by the late and very very great George Carlin)
I’m aware some stare at my hair.

In fact, to be fair,

Some really despair of my hair.

But I don’t care,

Cause they’re not aware,

Nor are they devonaire.

In fact, they’re just square.

They see hair down to there,

Say, “Beware” and go off on a tear!

I say, “No fair!”

A head that’s bare is really nowhere.

So be like a bear, be fair with your hair!

Show it you care.

Wear it to there.

Or to there.

Or to there, if you dare!

My wife bought some hair at a fair, to use as a spare.

Did I care?

Au contraire!

Spare hair is fair!

In fact, hair can be rare.

Fred Astair got no hair,

Nor does a chair,

Nor nor a chocolate eclair,

And where is the hair on a pear?

Nowhere, mon frere!

So now that I’ve shared this affair of the hair,

I’m going to repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care?

these monkeys are solar powered–they move their arms around when the sun shines on them.

I like them a lot. they look like MoJo JoJo from PowerPuff Girls.