Well I just saw one of these monsters trying to turn around on my road today and it brought back a flood of lovely memories. So I thought I’d share.
Here’s the monster.
It was rather long as well.
It even came with a dog, which was quite lovely.
And thus, all my worldly goods arrived from California. I was incredibly tickled. They had arrived much sooner than I expected and I danced around the movers, snapping pictures (with a cheesy camera) and hopping with expectation to rip into all those lovely boxes.
Along with a few other explosions.
And when my bookshelf began to come together, the angels sang again.
See, there’s that same light. It was like a beacon in the midst of a rather tumultuous sea. But soon, everything came together and I was immensely pleased with myself, my lovely little house, and my handsome husband.
Aw. We were so cute (and young). Tear tear sniff sniff. Amazing what three years will do. Heh. And as you can see, this was before my worldly goods came along and we were using whatever dishes I had received from the lovely folks in Virginia. I remember getting all amped up at like 2 in the afternoon to figure out how to cook dinner, ‘Mom, how long does it take to cook chicken?’ ‘Well, how big is the chicken?’ ‘Well, about the size of an octave.’ (Yes, I guess I am a piano player). ‘K, so how do you cook chicken?’
Seriously. Cracks me up how I had no idea how to do anything except dudes, mexican rice, and croutons. So when five o clock rolled around, and dinner was looking incredible, I was just so marvelously pleased with myself and so disappointed I had no china to serve it on.
But then the moving van came and all was taken care of.
And I was happy.