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The last couple days we’ve been busy moving stuff in, followed by taking boxes out. Sort of over-estimated on the amount of decorative items we have the room to take. Well, I don’t have that many possessions… I could fit all “my” stuff in two drawers and a closet. So what is taking up all the space? Lots of shoes and lots of makeup. And we collected our fair share of kitchen necessities, like that fondue set Catherine claims we will someday use. Some things we can’t live without! You be the judge. And the shampoo and soaps… What I do, when a bottle is near empty, I go pick up a new one, finish the first bottle and throw it out. No - that’s wrong. We need 50 bottles just in case. Or 50 different products because one alone can’t do the job. My rant. Can’t win this one. So we’re beginning to show some form of order in our organizing and the place is starting to feel like home, we’re adding our imprint to the superb design of the Escalade. Yesterday evening, approaching dusk, we began organizing the underneath storage compartment. Take everything out, and then to put it back together better again. We were taking our time, then a couple drops of rain, so we pick up the pace. Suddenly we were surrounded by clouds of mosquitos, the little buggers, babies just getting a taste for blood. Cat was actually in the underside compartment and they chased her out. Pile everything from the ground back in. At least we were almost done. We escaped, or so we thought. I pulled out the vacuum hose and sucked down 4 or 5 of the bloody things, oh it’s a fun way to do it! Those came in with us when we ran in, that makes sense. Then more appear, keep getting them buzz by my ear or slap at my ankle. Ok, no windows open, they’re too big for the screens. Yeah, we closed the compartment and sealed a whole mass of mosquitos underneath. And the smell of fresh blood circulated them through the Escalade’s inards right to our flesh. Won’t hold those doors open again. Getting used to all the systems and intricacies of our new home. Holy Mosquito!
Friday, July 28, 2006
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