Old Weird Ward
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Friday, December 05, 2003
- - - - - More on The Great Move - - - - -
Well, the guys came back, loaded everything up, and away they went, with all our household goods. Very strange, being in a place we've lived in for 6 1/2 years, with not much but some tools for painting/repairing, a camp cot w/sheet, blanket, and pillow (thanks to bro-in-law Mike), some workin' clothes, and Tiny the Ferocious Beast,
Tiny is a doggie who's favorite playmates, Mom, and all furniture has left her all alone with Dad, who's an OK guy, but he doesn't play as good as the girls, and he is NOT my Mom! She whines a bit, and wanders from room to room, then comes and sits in front of me and looks pitiful.
Which brings me to the injury report: Last night, whilst strolling with Tiny, I stumbled over one of those speed bump thingies, and managed to twist my ankle. This AM, I'm gimping around sllllllooooooowly, saying "ouch" out loud (guys do that in private, y'know), and trying to get my stuff together.
Which I'd better do, as I have some semi-serious chores today. More later, maybe.
Sounds: None - Radio/Stereo on it's way to Georgia
Attitude: "OUCH, that smarts!"
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