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.So tomorrow we will unplug our cable and take our modem to Adelphia and then we will step backwards into the prior century as we travel northward without benefit of our blogging buddies. When we will rejoin you in the present is uncertain. Especially if we first get wiped out by the Hayward quake. In which case we will be dead. 'Twas nice to know ya.
We have been packing and taping and stacking and lying around recuperating.
We have sold our fridge our tv and our dresser.
We have vacuum-packed our memory-foam mattress pad into a space one-eighth its normal size.
We are headed out to the desert tonight to ritualistically burn old bills and other falderal.
The toilets are clean, resulting in daily crises of conscience.
We have no tv.
We have no fridge.
We have no tv.
We have no fridge.
Therefore gruel
and boredom
and gruel
and boredom
then death by earthquake
surrounded by cardboard.
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I love moving!
Considering your history, please don't talk about dying before driving anywhere.
ReplyDeleteoh geeze, no kidding Master Fob!
ReplyDeleteHow ironic. I get the internet and you stop having it. And I feel your pain, man, moving sucks. If you two are moving up north (and I thought you were), Lunk and I would love to do the ice cream thing.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain. Moving stinks.
ReplyDeleteUm, what does the Buddha have to do with moving? Is he carrying your boxes? I bet he's the moving van driver.
ReplyDeleteGood luck...
I echo Master Fob: try not to die.
ReplyDeleteSuddenly I have a greater urge to make a Bay Area trip to see my sister. Sad that she alone wasn't tempting enough. But the thought of seeing the Thteeds . . . perhaps I'll wait until after you're unpacked, though. I hate the sound of that bubble wrap when kids start going crazy with it.
ReplyDeleteDalton Girl--Let me see if I've got this straight: as one gets more mature in parenting the sound and joy of popping bubble wrap diminishes?
ReplyDeletehuh.
and yes, you should come visit.