Tuesday, August 9, 2005 - 5:00 PM
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This is the least relaxing vacation ever.
As of yesterday at two in the afternoon, my parents own an old farm up north
by twenty minutes or so, on a ridge facing the sunset. Absolutely
beautiful. They still own this house, too, for the time being.
We've made four trips up so far, and moved a tiny percentage of what needs to
go, and cleaned out maybe a third of the first floor of one of the
jam-packed-with-old-crap barns. As for the house itself: we're storing
the stuff in the garage (which will eventually be the living room) right now,
because we don't want anything in the house itself when they jack it up before
my parents can move in. In October. As long as the new, bigger
barn is built, in place of the above-ground swimming pool that's there now,
between two of the other barns. Hopefully, goats will arrive in October
as well. Then this winter they're going to remodel the entire inside of
the house, putting in a whole new staircase and bathroom. Incidentally,
my parents are both almost sixty years old.
I'm thinking about writing a book about this whole insane thing they're
doing, and if I do, I'm going to call it "Ascent into Madness".
Someone should ask me how my teeth are
doing. I got a great simile for it.
The story is coming along nicely: I should have something polished enough
for posting tomorrow some time, so check back.
nap time, chicos!
edit: yay, now google thinks my webpage is about barns
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