Relocation Edition

"It's a quarter to three...there's no one in the place 'cept you and me..." (and 3000 boxes...sheesh) Well the time has come and we're just about ready to move from being city mice to country mice (or at the very least really far suburban mice). There's still a fair amount to do but I think we'll be just fine come Saturday morning. This will be a short update this week as we've lots to do and I've got to shut down this machine for a few days whilst it is packed away. The new phone is working and cable and internet are hot so it's just a matter of physically being present there now. Willow and Dixie are quite perplexed about all the transitioning. I had to spend Monday and Tuesday night at the new place awaiting all the installers, and they stayed with me. They love to investigate the new surroundings, but they really don't like to see the sight of cardboard boxes and suitcases. I was able to snap a few more photos of the house. I realized that there were none of the exterior and the front. The house is in desperate need of a power wash and some cleaning of all the windows but if you'll forgive those here's the front and side views: http://stamant.org/100_4255.jpg http://stamant.org/100_4256.jpg http://stamant.org/100_4257.jpg http://stamant.org/100_4258.jpg http://stamant.org/100_4259.jpg So much to do :) This week's deeper thought: Churchill wrote: "Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference:. Case in point would be the guy who accosted me today as I packed my car with stuff for the move. I had to park further down the street earlier and I was moving the car in front of the house so that I could pack it more easily. I had left it running because I was trying to do it quickly and then I had to go to work. As I was making my second trip back to the house to grab another box, a stranger approached and asked, "Are you leaving soon?" in a very rude manner. "I'll be just another few minutes" I replied rather perplexed. "Well, why don't you shut off your car (looks at my car as if it is the single cause of all pollution and notices my Utah license plates)...We have a No Idling Law here in Toronto". My first reaction, sadly, when scolded by anyone NOT my father is to build a little indignant phlegm in the back of my throat. You know that burning kind when someone tells you something in a haughty manner as if THEY are the righteous and you are the wicked infidel? My interior monologue wanted to remind him that there's also a law in Toronto against breaking into cars and stealing things...but that didn't stop someone from doing it TWICE last summer and the cops were NOWHERE! But, being in a hurry and not having the energy to say something in an equally snarky way I just nodded my head (okay there was a slight eye roll). As I thought about it while looking for my jacket and the last box, I new I was wrong to have let the car run and part of my initial reaction was a bit of revulsion at myself for making rationalizations to myself to quell my guilt. I went back out and shut the car off because I knew it would be another 5 minutes before I could leave. When I came back out to get ready to go, out walks the guy who scolded me from one of the houses across the street. He jumps in his car...his car that was parked half on the sidewalk! And on the side of the street that is clearly marked No Parking! Apparently Mr. We Have Laws in Toronto missed those sections of the code referring to Parking Regulations. It would seem he clearly didn't live in a glass house either. See you all next week- Same Bat Time, Different Bat Station Cheers