For those of you thinking that I (and perhaps my small family) had up and pulled an Anna Nicole, I thought I would stop into my local Kinko's - since I have this option, now - and sneak in a little Nashville updation, a little after midnight, as it were. We are well. Max has his second day of Kindergarten tomorrow (today), in the school that C exhaustively researched, and about five minutes from the apartment we're in to facilitate this attendance. He had a field trip on his first day in, so he may have some unrealistic expectations about the Kindergarten experience. We'll see. His reading has taken a quantum leap now that he's realized that he will still be read to if he himself reads aloud.
Abby started really crawling about a week before we left - Matt was there - and now she's not happy unless she's standing. She cruises - not like in a hot car around the town circle - but from one piece of furniture to the next, picking up every microscopic item I've ever owned, and grooming the new carpet in D5 for minute fuzzballs. She's been grumpy a lot lately, and if she doesn't sprout some teeth soon, I'm going to punt and assume she just inherited my baseline disposition.
Our apartment has begun to take the shape of a place you could live now, instead of just a mass conflagration of furniture items and boxes upon which I stub my toes at every available opportunity. The storage facility is full of things we no longer need now that we do not have a house that was too big for us in the first place, and our rooms have pathways and actual places for things to be. Believe it or not, we had to buy two new bookcases. (Actually, Jimbo and Andrew are the only ones with a right to bitch about the bookcase thing.) I sleep sometimes, and then get up and rejoin the work in my house. I am relieved beyond reason that Max is in school, and have enjoyed the random interactions I've had since moving. My neighbors across the hall are friendly, somewhat politically aligned with me, and keep roughly my hours.
Anyway, that's what's what. I'm still glad we left P'cola, as you all knew I would be. (I've come up with a few things I miss, but nothing I can't live without. Except for Mabel Jackson's preserves, and I have her address. I will be praying to Mabel Jackson.) There's nothing Earth-shattering (or even mildly annoying) on my radar right now, which makes for boring blog entries.
But, you know, I thought you might miss me. I will return to regular blogging when DSL re-enters my home.