A Strange Thing Happened On The Way To The Internet

We've been in the house over a week now and we are barely settled. Boxes are sitting in random rooms still packed, black garbage bags are still hanging up with our clothes in them in various closets and we are missing a bunch of stuff. I only hope that as we unpack, box by box, we will recover our treasures (e.g. my work calendar and pictures from my European travels). I took the first two days after we moved off of work and was able to get the kitchen situated. This may sound like an easy task but I discovered we own a gagillion-million kitchen items - I think more than your average family. The upside of this is that I was able to wash them all in our dishwasher! You can't hear it but I'm exclaiming with glee :) And put them all away with cabinets and drawers to spare. We've been able to cook and sleep in our own bed, even if everything else is a mess. I already made a bean & barley vegetable soup, Ry's baked his first loaf of bread today and we've been feasting on fresh cut found wild asparagus. The chaos makes me anxious but so does the thought of unpacking it. So, I'm trying to tell myself we've got lots more time. Way more than the two days we had to pack up our apartment.

We went a total of about five days without Internet access and we're still without a TV. It was the most amazing thing, I felt pretty quiet in my head and enjoyed the lack of ever present contact. Ry and I sat out on our porch talking for hours, went to bed early and didn't worry about the fact that we weren't hyper-connected. So as you can see, we are back to the Internet. But I think we're soon making the move to a Mac desktop, which means we won't be able to take our computers to bed with us or have to compete for each other's attention because we're looking at some stupid thing or another.

There's a lot I could say about the baby bunny that lives in our yard, the wisteria and honeysuckle blooming, our mini drain backup after the big rainstorm Sunday, all of the wonderful visitors we've had (who remind me every day that living in a residence hall is a huge social barrier, even if I wanted to believe it wasn't), drinking "augmaritas" (thanks Jon) on our back patio, the man who sits under a bush on his lawn with his Shelty dog across the street, our other police officer neighbor who comes home for lunch in the paddy wagon, trying to buy our washer and dryer but forgetting our wallets at home, or the old dog across the street who sounds like a horse when he barks, but that's about all I'm going to say. It's been nice so far.

The other thing I want to say is a big thank you to everyone that helped us move. I was humbled that nine people came to help us and worked so hard. I owe you one - to everyone! Thank you Dad, Mom & Greta (awesome food!), Jon, Angel, Chris, Kelley, Greg, Renee, Colin, and Nate. I was especially humbled that so many of my co-workers came to help. It reminds me that we have a bond greater than your average work relationships create (a.k.a. smarter than the average bear! Ry doesn't get the reference). We are like a little res life family :) So again, thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone that contributed something. We would not have been able to finish packing or move without your help.

Photos to come. My laptop is on the fritz and I can't find our card reader. But don't worry, I'm still taking them.