The move... it's what's for dinner
My family has moved.
On Tuesday, August 17th I alone returned from my parent's home in Shaker Heights to my house in Sylvania... It was a late night drive, and I'm not too keen on driving the turnpike in the dark, but I needed to be at the new house for when the movers arrived the next morning.
On the 18th and 19th, the movers packed the house, I ran errands and helped, and spent some time saying goodbye to friends.
On the 20th, the movers loaded not one but two trucks, I signed some paperwork about this, I spent more time saying goodbye to friends, and I returned to Cleveland.
Now the weekend is over. I've unpacked the items I needed to save from the movers (mostly computers and their necessary add-ons, and some clothes), and I now see the huge task before me of integrating my stuff with my parent's stuff for only the next few weeks. This is going to be an interesting, trying time for everyone.
One exciting event happened on Saturday though: while taking Ginnie and Randi for a walk around the block we discovered that one of Ginnie's classmates at school lives on the street behind my parents. Sierra's mom also happens to be one of the room-parents for the class, and we immediately set up a play-date for Sunday.
Sunday rolls around, and we get invited over to play at 4pm with the plan being to order Pizza for dinner.
Camille and Robert (Sierra's parents) have set up a large, carnival style air-bounce in their back yard (their replacement for a jungle-gym) and Sierra, Virginia, Miranda, the next-door neighbor's son, and the two kids of another friend of the neighbor all play on it! Water tables were set up, and everyone (including many of the adults) end up getting splashed (with water), and after the Pizza dinner, the neighbor (Dan) sets up a slip-n-slide. It was an amazing, messy, muddy, and wet afternoon and evening. I also got to talk to Dan's father, a former econmics and history professor, who runs an interesting website advocating land tax alone with no income or sales taxes. And it turns out Dan is a honco in the local Republicans... We've got a lot to talk about.
More interior pictures of the new house
updated to correct spelling and a misunderstanding about the meaning of "splashed" on August 27.
posted by Jeff | 11:09 AM
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"and everyone (including many of the adults) end up getting splashed"
This sounds like a drunk euphemism to me. Everyone and many adults got drunk... yep... that must have been one helluva party! I wish my parties back in the day were like this!
~Jason
Staying with your folks -- think of it as an extended camping trip. Except without the bugs, the body odor, the humidity, the poison ivy, the cooking over a fire, pooping in a hole ... ok, so it's not much like camping. But it could be worse. You could be camping. :P
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Actually, some days it's close to camping. But generally it is not all that bad. Just cramped.
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