Ankle bone's connected to the shin bone...

I'm back - sort of. We still don't have Internet, telephone or cable. Like Robinson Crusoe, it's primitive as can be (with the exception of a blueray player and a library of dvds, so we're a step above Gilligan).

So how am I posting this, you might ask? Thank goodness for tethering, so I've learned. My laptop plugs into my cell phone, which does the connecting (at something less than dial-up speed). So, no uploading photos or heavy content sites (like Comcast, to chat with someone who can fix things) but I'll take what I can get.

The move went - not totally smoothly, but what move does? I've learned some valuable things in this process. First, I have waaaaay too much stuff. It's like living in that George Carlin routine about needing a bigger house because we keep accumulating stuff. How many candlesticks do I really need? Ditto on the turkey platters. Second, I am waaaay too out of shape. Our new place has stairs and plenty of them. Carrying all the gazillion (that's a techinical term) boxes of the waaaay too much stuff up the stairs was some hard work. Ninety degree weather didn't help but the stairs were the real culprit. And third, I really don't think I'll be moving again. Ever.

So, we have plenty of boxes left to unpack. I'm going to try to really plan out where the contents will go, rather than just stuffing things into places to get them out of my hair. Ask me after the last of the gazillion boxes and we'll see how it went.