I. Thanksgiving
Did I mention that my dad kept calling my husband "son" over the
weekend? Weird and wonderful (like Bennie and the Jets)!
The slices of gravy are going fast, as did the green veggies. We
have lots o' stuffing and sweet potatoes left, but they won't go to
waste. Not a chance.
II. Poetry
My lady's musk
is a heavy garden.
It is not shy and bashful,
as much as she'd like to be,
but it is graceful, and
full of grace.
It behooves her bosoms to
smell so sweet.
III. Moving on Up
Last night I packed dishes and clothes and filled every empty box we
own. This afternoon, I'll have to go sneaking around the office,
especially the copy room in the basement, to search for more
unsuspecting boites. They will be mine, oh yes! A paper box
is the perfect size for many things - dishes, cooking utensils, tons of
books (without being big enough to stuff with enough books to hurt
one's back). My love was so good this morning to call the
utilities and set up times to turn on our new lights and Internet and
switch bills and things. I need to go to the Post Office to put
in a change of address form right quick. Tomorrow we'll check
with the stafflady (Jen) who sold us on the apartment about the water
bill. The property to which we're moving is owned by the same
people (I actually know the big, bad entrepreneur through my job) as
the property in which we now live. I'm pretty sure they take care
of figuring out water and sewage costs and spread them out, mostly
fairly, among the apartment dwellers. I KNOW that Steve and I use
less of almost all utilities than any of our neighbors, so it's not
really completely fair, but we'll make up for it this time by washing
and drying our clothes in the privacy of our own home. Yes, doing
my own laundry in my own home is exciting to me.
IV. Foo'baw!
a. The Bengals beat the Browns. This was expected. Most of
you know I've moved a lot of times in my life. Cleveland is the
place I lived the longest, so I got rather attached to it. Six
years was a lifetime to me, and I get antsy without moving (which may
be why I lived in two different dorms and two different apartments in
my years there), but I loved that place. And its really awful
football teams. Thirty unanswered points. C'mon,
Brownies! Don't make me become a Bengals fan. You'll hear
no Whodey from me!
b. Go Saints! My mom doesn't like anything about the lovely
city of Atlanta, Georgia, so I've transformed that hatred of the city
into a sporty rivalry against the area's teams. Nay to the
Falcons and Vote No on Braves. I've been to New Orleans once, in
sixth grade on a field trip, and I found the city to be quite
delightful. I love Cajun food (though you may see steam coming
out of my ears prematurely) and jazz music and all things Audubon, so I
was pleased when N'Awlins showed their spunk and kicked some ass.
c. Da Bears! Poor boys. That was a ridiculous game I
saw. Was it EIGHT INTERCEPTIONS?! or did I miss one
somewhere. I've already written my reasons for not liking the New
England Patriots as a comment on another's blog, so I won't bore him
here. Still, even though I'm prone to loving Da Bears and not
liking Da Pats, shouldn't Chicago get some kind of props for getting
two more of the interceptions than the other guys? Silly geese.
V. The Southern Winter Sun
Speaking of geese?.. I love driving in mid-morning or early
afternoon in these parts this time of year. I rather dread my
world becoming so oppressively dark all the time, but I do love the
quiet sunlight that shines from almost due south at anytime of the
day. The directions of East and West no longer have any meaning,
and North is a place to slumber, tucked in furs and fed fat and
friendly.
And the Christmas shopping begins....
Comments (13)
RYC: No calling me old. I'm far from old. Mature is the word. I'm sure you can say it in a way that sounds really attractive. Please do.
What's a slice of gravy?
ps. My shopping will be complete when I pick up Sam's Nano tomorrow! Woot!
I've only moved a couple of times in my whole life, while my brother-in-law moves every few years. I don't know if I could do that.
Christmas shopping, and Christmas music, too!
II. Yer lady is probably healthy, but may want to get checked, anyhoo.
III. Talk to liquor dealers. They usually have boxes about the right size, if you don't mind parading empty Jager crates past your new neighbors.
IV. A. sad B. whatever C. Amusing. The Bear offense couldn't have done any better than it did--that was a defensive game, to be sure.
V. Ah. Here, it's raining.