The World Beyond the Wardrobe

31 05 2010

Charlie has discovered The Land Beneath the Deck.  He approaches the entry with something like apprehension, but then scrabbles his way into The Land.  He disappears for long stretches of time.

Having read far too many books, I have developed the theory that he is taking tea with Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, or, unfortunately, with the White Queen.  Or perhaps he is having a pint of butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks.  Either way, I am tempted to try to follow him.  So far, though, I haven’t worked up the courage.

He is late for his tea (or butterbeer)!

It's a tight squeeze, but worth it for the adventure...

The Return

"Damn, she caught me!"


Not A Dog Fight

31 05 2010

I have been spending weekends here at the new house for over a month now, and have developed a morning routine.  I make my coffee (on the camp stove, on the grill, on the temporary stove in the deconstructed kitchen), bundle up, and take a walk around the property.

The dogs, of course, love to follow.  Inevitably, the two dogs, who mostly ignore each other, commence our stroll with thirty seconds of exuberant playfulness.  During the half-minute revelry, they pounce on each other, chase each other, and crash into my knees at bone-cracking velocities.

As inevitable as this brief interaction is, just as inevitable is it’s abrupt end.  The two dogs each find something more interesting than the other dog, and off they go in different directions.

But here is a piece of the action:

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Best Toy Ever

31 05 2010

When I saw the Rody in the documentary “Babies,” I just had to have one.  Never mind that I don’t have kids and my only niece and nephew live on the other side of the continent.  I needed a Rody of my own.

Not a week later, I was walking past a toy store in downtown, and spied a Rody in the window.  I immediately purchased him.  I walked all the way home with my new best friend tucked under my arm.

Here he is:

I mean, really.  Who doesn’t love a face like that?

Morning After

30 05 2010

Enjoying the morning sun, a cup of coffee, an empty truck, and an abandoned couch: Perfect

Time to Go

30 05 2010

Moving Out Day arrived in good time, beginning a mere 4 hours behind schedule.  Of course, our Moving In Day is still some ways out.  Currently, the house is livable: running water, shower and toilets up and working, fridge humming in the garage, and even a temporary stove in the kitchen.  But it’s not yet efficient.  Here is an example of the facilities:

Home Sweet Home: The Bathroom is Kitchen

There is something to be said for storing your clean dishes above the pot.  It’s easy to pour a glass of wine (or something stronger) while getting your business done.

Jason’s crew of friends and employees helped ease the stress and strain of moving.  They showed up in force to help load the U-Haul and to entertain us with their antics:

Jansen didn’t realize the danger of posing as a buck in La Pine, just yards from BLM land.  It might not be the season, but I don’t imagine the locals would hesitate to take down a multi-pointer wandering through the neighborhood.  Luckily for us, Jansen survived, because we really needed his muscles.

By just a little after midnight, we achieved our goal for the day:

So that’s that.  Now, we get to anticipate Moving In.  Soon, I hope – once I recover from moving out, that is.

We Have A Couch, Too

27 05 2010

Me: My mom has a rug we can use in the bedroom.

Jason: Isn’t it, like, a straw rug?

Me: It’s like sisal or jute.  I like the natural rugs better than the kind we have in our living room.

Jason: We have a rug in our living room?

Um, yeah.  We do.

Ode to a Late Spring

26 05 2010

“Meanwhile, it is raining.”

– Jose Saramago, The Stone Raft

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