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Daisies, River Forks Park, Roseburg, Oregon 2011
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
One Week Left...
Chaos, madness and mayhem. And possibly a quickie divorce in Vegas when we arrive in the States. Seriously, this moving crap is way beyond anything a mere mortal should have to deal with, let alone a married couple. But, regardless of the fact Alan and I had a raging vent the other night, things are progressing...after a fashion. I have my million and one things to accomplish, as does he, though somehow I keep getting dragged away from mine to help him..go figure.
Tomorrow the Land Rover goes, boo hoo. It was a great car and we had many adventures in it. Tuesday the movers come to pack up all the stuff we're shipping to America, then Wednesday the auction people come to take the rest of the furniture, which they will auction off the next day. I don't know how that will go, and really don't care. It's a total surprise that they were even interested in the first place. Thursday is Ozzy's day for the horror (in his mind) of a visit to the vet. This will only be a health check and some official paperwork so he can enter the US. He has his own passport, he's in great shape, and though he will be very upset to fly--again--it will be over before he knows it. (Crossed fingers that blasted volcano stays quiet..!!) Friday the local charity shop will take the last bits of furniture that no one wants, and by that night we will be reduced to a bed, two mugs, two sets of silverware, paper plates and two bath towels; the mugs and silverware borrowed from Morag across the street. Saturday the cable guy comes, the TV goes to the young lad next door, we dismantle the bed, and put it on the curb for the Council to pick up on Monday. A thorough housecleaning: vacuuming, stove, frig, floors and we're done.
Sunday morning, we drive off into the sunset in a rental car that somehow, in all the confusion and mind-boggling pandemonium, Alan has had time to pick up at the airport. Or maybe, instead of the sunset, we drive for a couple hours and collapse alongside the road in utter, total exhaustion. We have to be in London on Monday, then fly to New York on Tuesday. Is it just me, or is this going to be the ultimate excruciating week from Hell..??
When the computer gets taken away on Tuesday, we aren't sure if the wireless/modem/whatever will continue to work with my laptop, so this might be my last communication until we get to London. I have this idea to blog my way across America, so if that works, stay tuned for photos and posts. We will be driving from New York to the West Coast, and other than the Midwest (sorry people, but a gazillion miles of corn fields isn't too exciting, to say nothing of the mind-numbing Plains), I should find something to photograph/write about along the route.
So. I'm going now, to fasten my seat belt, take a deep breath, and plunge into a week that may, or may not, be fraught with disruption, divorce and despair. And no, I don't care that I have shamelessly used an alliteration...frankly, I'm too tired to care.
Tomorrow the Land Rover goes, boo hoo. It was a great car and we had many adventures in it. Tuesday the movers come to pack up all the stuff we're shipping to America, then Wednesday the auction people come to take the rest of the furniture, which they will auction off the next day. I don't know how that will go, and really don't care. It's a total surprise that they were even interested in the first place. Thursday is Ozzy's day for the horror (in his mind) of a visit to the vet. This will only be a health check and some official paperwork so he can enter the US. He has his own passport, he's in great shape, and though he will be very upset to fly--again--it will be over before he knows it. (Crossed fingers that blasted volcano stays quiet..!!) Friday the local charity shop will take the last bits of furniture that no one wants, and by that night we will be reduced to a bed, two mugs, two sets of silverware, paper plates and two bath towels; the mugs and silverware borrowed from Morag across the street. Saturday the cable guy comes, the TV goes to the young lad next door, we dismantle the bed, and put it on the curb for the Council to pick up on Monday. A thorough housecleaning: vacuuming, stove, frig, floors and we're done.
Sunday morning, we drive off into the sunset in a rental car that somehow, in all the confusion and mind-boggling pandemonium, Alan has had time to pick up at the airport. Or maybe, instead of the sunset, we drive for a couple hours and collapse alongside the road in utter, total exhaustion. We have to be in London on Monday, then fly to New York on Tuesday. Is it just me, or is this going to be the ultimate excruciating week from Hell..??
When the computer gets taken away on Tuesday, we aren't sure if the wireless/modem/whatever will continue to work with my laptop, so this might be my last communication until we get to London. I have this idea to blog my way across America, so if that works, stay tuned for photos and posts. We will be driving from New York to the West Coast, and other than the Midwest (sorry people, but a gazillion miles of corn fields isn't too exciting, to say nothing of the mind-numbing Plains), I should find something to photograph/write about along the route.
So. I'm going now, to fasten my seat belt, take a deep breath, and plunge into a week that may, or may not, be fraught with disruption, divorce and despair. And no, I don't care that I have shamelessly used an alliteration...frankly, I'm too tired to care.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Open House Party
We had our Open House farewell party Saturday, on an outstandingly beautiful day in Edinburgh. There wasn't a cloud in the blue, blue Scottish sky, and the temperature was an unheard of 76*. Lots of friends, neighbors and family showed up to enjoy the best selection of catered food (MacKenzies), and a very good assortment of beverages. Since we can't take any of our fine collection of whiskey or liqueurs (thank you US Customs), to say nothing of my Italian Limencello or Prosecco, we just plonked it all out on the table and everyone could drink what they wanted.
We were convinced it would rain, so we rented a marquee, but instead, notice that blue, cloudless sky...it was such a glorious day. The marquee worked just as well as a shelter from the sun, and outside, on the lawn to the right, it was shaded so those wanting out of the sun could sit in the cooler shade.
Alan, dressed for Italy. And believe me, this is the first time he's been able to wear his Italian holiday clothes since we haven't had a Summer here in the past two years.
Now. I'm sure a real hostess would have remembered her blasted camera once the guests arrived. I got so involved in greeting, talking, filling drinks, etc., that I totally, completely forgot..!!! Aarrggghhh. I was standing on the path, saying goodbye to one of Alan's second cousins, much later in the day, when she said, "I brought my camera and never took a single picture..!!" Crap. You and me both, Angela...
It was a wonderful day, and a great party. Though, it was also poignant because there's every likelihood we won't see some of these folks ever again. Still, it was a perfect chance to say goodbye, and to spend the day with family and friends.
See what I dope I am..?? I managed to take a photo of some tulips in the foyer, but neglected to take pictures of people. What can I say..?? I guess I'll have to go with Alan's take on things: "Oh well. We've got our memories."
We were convinced it would rain, so we rented a marquee, but instead, notice that blue, cloudless sky...it was such a glorious day. The marquee worked just as well as a shelter from the sun, and outside, on the lawn to the right, it was shaded so those wanting out of the sun could sit in the cooler shade.
Alan, dressed for Italy. And believe me, this is the first time he's been able to wear his Italian holiday clothes since we haven't had a Summer here in the past two years.
Now. I'm sure a real hostess would have remembered her blasted camera once the guests arrived. I got so involved in greeting, talking, filling drinks, etc., that I totally, completely forgot..!!! Aarrggghhh. I was standing on the path, saying goodbye to one of Alan's second cousins, much later in the day, when she said, "I brought my camera and never took a single picture..!!" Crap. You and me both, Angela...
It was a wonderful day, and a great party. Though, it was also poignant because there's every likelihood we won't see some of these folks ever again. Still, it was a perfect chance to say goodbye, and to spend the day with family and friends.
See what I dope I am..?? I managed to take a photo of some tulips in the foyer, but neglected to take pictures of people. What can I say..?? I guess I'll have to go with Alan's take on things: "Oh well. We've got our memories."
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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