Monday, November 21, 2005
Monday was basically restful as we ran some errands, had the power switched over into our names and had the gas turned on. I also fabricated a ramp for the front door from lumber my dad had used for the computer desk in his university office. Swords into plowshares, perhaps.
The rental house had rather strange proportions with small bedrooms and a huge living room. Apparently the owner liked to entertain and devoted the bulk of the square footage to the common area.
One disconcerting incident. As I was moving some boxes, I noticed a strange burning smell. My mom had left a small aluminum sauce pan on the stove to warm up for some coffee and forgotten about it, resulting in a melted pan, but, thankfully, no fire. The story could be different some day.
Next: Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Dear future generations: Please accept our apologies. We were roaring drunk on petroleum. 2006 A.D. Kurt Vonnegut.