Hasta luego, stuff
The movers-to-Japan came and went today. No more bed, couch, stereo, good kitchen stuff, half the wardrobe, video games (yea!). Thanks to Juan and Joe, and a lot of brown paper and boxes, it's all in a container, just like you see on a train or ship - which is where it's gonna be for 4-6 weeks.
M amused the movers with his Che Guevara doll that he got for his early birthday party.
We piled almost everything in the living room we wanted to go. It echoes, now that most of it is bare. It's amazing how much stuff we still have here, tho, to go into storage or the dump before we go.
We are sleeping on an air mattress (I sent J to get a new one, because Kristine told me her Fred Meyer mattress has never deflated). We will be sitting on camp chairs, cooking with camping pots and pans. It's just like camping!
Good news: Mogs will have a home. At Erik's suggestion, we contacted the Norwegian Elkhound Society. They find homes for Elkhounds with people who understand and love them. I had to explain to M tonight that once Mogs leaves for his new home, we most likely won't see him again. Even if he wasn't going to a stranger, he is already 12, and probably won't live long enough to see our return. He requested that we stop talking about it, because he was losing his appetite from sadness (I suspect the 14 pounds of goldfish crackers he had snacked on pre-dinner had something to do with it also). Ah, well, at least he will spend his last years with lovers of his breed and its quirks. It's weird, tho: we have to do paperwork for an official tranfer of ownership, because he's pedigreed, I guess. It's like he's a car or something. I hope he will be happy and get more attention than he's gotten from us since we've had kids.
M amused the movers with his Che Guevara doll that he got for his early birthday party.
We piled almost everything in the living room we wanted to go. It echoes, now that most of it is bare. It's amazing how much stuff we still have here, tho, to go into storage or the dump before we go.
We are sleeping on an air mattress (I sent J to get a new one, because Kristine told me her Fred Meyer mattress has never deflated). We will be sitting on camp chairs, cooking with camping pots and pans. It's just like camping!
Good news: Mogs will have a home. At Erik's suggestion, we contacted the Norwegian Elkhound Society. They find homes for Elkhounds with people who understand and love them. I had to explain to M tonight that once Mogs leaves for his new home, we most likely won't see him again. Even if he wasn't going to a stranger, he is already 12, and probably won't live long enough to see our return. He requested that we stop talking about it, because he was losing his appetite from sadness (I suspect the 14 pounds of goldfish crackers he had snacked on pre-dinner had something to do with it also). Ah, well, at least he will spend his last years with lovers of his breed and its quirks. It's weird, tho: we have to do paperwork for an official tranfer of ownership, because he's pedigreed, I guess. It's like he's a car or something. I hope he will be happy and get more attention than he's gotten from us since we've had kids.
posted by Sandi at 11:38 AM
2 Comments:
Hi I saw your comment on another blog asking for suggestions for your move to Japan. I recommend some effective non-prescription painkillers because the active ingredients here are much lower doses. In general though I don't think there is much that isn't available here if you put in a little effort. I hope your move goes smoothly!
14 pounds of goldfish, ha ha.
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