Short takes
We found another house! Burlington (MA) this time. Pretty split level with hardwood floors and a giant family room off the kitchen. More details after we have a successful inspection, but our price offer was accepted this morning.
Took Mother to lunch after church last Sunday (a week ago). I made her do the driving up to the restaurant, because I quietly wanted to ascertain that her skills are still OK. Which they are. She's not a great driver, but neither is she a little-old-lady menace, driving 15 mph down the center line.
I think the brouhaha over the new EK orders' discussion lists has finally died off. I'm not crazy about the new system, but I don't think it's any worse than the old one. And it looks like people have noticed that 1) people can say any damn thing they want, anywhere they want (on a list, over Thanksgiving dinner, at a postrevel), and the Crown could pursue a grievance against them for breach of confidentiality whether or not the lists are run by anybody official; confidentiality in these cases is a matter of personal integrity, not legislation; and 2) there is still nothing stopping the formation of more unofficial lists.
I should've been more aggressive looking for a party at the hotel after Crown. If I'd been with it, I would have found VDK and possibly Tarragon in the living room/lobby TV room, apparently.
If it would stop with the bloody rain I might get the gravel into the potholes in my driveway! It's been sitting there since before I had four weeks of doctors-orders-no-heavy-lifting.
Wonder what Mother will say if I want to get rid of some of the furniture I accepted from her former house? It's nice stuff, and I'll still keep the real antiques. Hope she won't be offended.
Took Mother to lunch after church last Sunday (a week ago). I made her do the driving up to the restaurant, because I quietly wanted to ascertain that her skills are still OK. Which they are. She's not a great driver, but neither is she a little-old-lady menace, driving 15 mph down the center line.
I think the brouhaha over the new EK orders' discussion lists has finally died off. I'm not crazy about the new system, but I don't think it's any worse than the old one. And it looks like people have noticed that 1) people can say any damn thing they want, anywhere they want (on a list, over Thanksgiving dinner, at a postrevel), and the Crown could pursue a grievance against them for breach of confidentiality whether or not the lists are run by anybody official; confidentiality in these cases is a matter of personal integrity, not legislation; and 2) there is still nothing stopping the formation of more unofficial lists.
I should've been more aggressive looking for a party at the hotel after Crown. If I'd been with it, I would have found VDK and possibly Tarragon in the living room/lobby TV room, apparently.
If it would stop with the bloody rain I might get the gravel into the potholes in my driveway! It's been sitting there since before I had four weeks of doctors-orders-no-heavy-lifting.
Wonder what Mother will say if I want to get rid of some of the furniture I accepted from her former house? It's nice stuff, and I'll still keep the real antiques. Hope she won't be offended.