Dedicated to my first visitors in my new home: Sharon and Sarah- two more beautiful, gracious and kind faces the likes of which I have never before seen
Okay, I rolled up my sleeves the other day, licked the tip of my pencil (why do people do that?), expounded on at length of great and lofty expectations of current and future grandeur and enlightenment to be given to me through the gift of the pen pencil.... and then I.... I …....still had to move. I mean big time move. Bret & I from one 4-bed 2-bath 2-story home lived in by up to 5 people at once, occupied by three different family dogs (never all at once) and one foster dog wilder and stronger than any amiable fire-breathing dragon which ever existed, our house having been filled with tons of treasures and junk accumulated over...let's see...what 's it been? 13 or 14 years of my family's life AND figure out what to keep and how to fit what we need into a studio apartment.
[Reminder: Have my sentences become longer than Hawthorne's yet?]
So, as I gaily skipped and sang my way back from our “computer station” at our parent's home (alas, I have no cell camera to snap a picture of this cute little nook) across the gravel drive (OUCH! THAT WAS A ROCK I STUBBED MY TOE ON WHILE SKIPPING!!! Bret- Do we know where we packed the bandaids?) and over to our new apartment I could hardly breath in happy anticipation of reading the first chapter of Mark Twain's Innocents Abroad.
[Tip and Possible Reprimand: Ok, I now officially owe a cyber you-know-what to anyone who's already read “Tamara for Dummies Pt I. I just gave away the whole kit and caboodle to any one dumber than I who had not yet figured out the author and book of my chosen tome. I mean, come on now, if my clues weren't enough for you, would I really have known if you had used a search engine to earn your brownie? Do I really appear to be that computer saavy?]
[Technical Stuff on the Tip and Possible Reprimand: Is it redundancy to put the two words “already” and “read” next to each other in the same sentence? Think about it and all you wise English experts can let me know.]
Now, this is the really good stuff. Because in Chapter I of Innocents Abroad Mark Twain spends innumerable amounts of time, letters, words, wit and ink describing this to-be-taken 3-month-long tour over all parts (I mean ALL parts) of Europe and the Holy Land, jumping on and off ships, boats, trains, airplanes and other and sundry 19th century conveyances. So now, not only am I moving homes in the real world here but I'm also traveling hither and yonder over all parts of “who-knows-where” and “you-know-where I wish I could be”- in Italy surreally floating on a canal listening to the golden voice of a gondolier who looks remarkably like Colin Firth and sounds like David Cook, in Paris strolling the Avenue des Champs-Élysées with an no-limit Visa card the bill of which is to be paid for by the estate of my never-known-existed before Uncle Cosmo who just passed way from a painless death, leaving me as the sole beneficiary of his entire estate or in Israel experiencing my closest ever to God as I frantically dodge terrorist bombs and remind Him that I'm not quite ready to go yet....and yes, I'm mixing my and Mark's time-lines together...but this is MY imagination, not yours and I think I have A.D.D. so hush up!)
And to be really honest, I CAN'T MOVE ANYMORE! I'm tired and I want my mommy just need to get some rest! Well, thankfully I finally was able to unwind a little last night and got maybe six hours sleep, so that was good. And Mark's still there for me waiting to actually commence on our trip together.
[Reminder: So far Mark & I have just been writing about the pleasure trip we WILL take. We haven't even really started yet....it just feels like it.]
And I'm thankful that good ol' Mark just happens to be patient enough with me to pick up our journey together after I get however many zzzzz's I think I need to be fresh and perky for the trip.
So, how's 'bout I catch up with you and Mark in say, 36 hours when I wake up from a quiet afternoon nap, and I'll be rearing to go. See ya then!
Okay, I rolled up my sleeves the other day, licked the tip of my pencil (why do people do that?), expounded on at length of great and lofty expectations of current and future grandeur and enlightenment to be given to me through the gift of the pen pencil.... and then I.... I …....still had to move. I mean big time move. Bret & I from one 4-bed 2-bath 2-story home lived in by up to 5 people at once, occupied by three different family dogs (never all at once) and one foster dog wilder and stronger than any amiable fire-breathing dragon which ever existed, our house having been filled with tons of treasures and junk accumulated over...let's see...what 's it been? 13 or 14 years of my family's life AND figure out what to keep and how to fit what we need into a studio apartment.
[Reminder: Have my sentences become longer than Hawthorne's yet?]
So, as I gaily skipped and sang my way back from our “computer station” at our parent's home (alas, I have no cell camera to snap a picture of this cute little nook) across the gravel drive (OUCH! THAT WAS A ROCK I STUBBED MY TOE ON WHILE SKIPPING!!! Bret- Do we know where we packed the bandaids?) and over to our new apartment I could hardly breath in happy anticipation of reading the first chapter of Mark Twain's Innocents Abroad.
[Tip and Possible Reprimand: Ok, I now officially owe a cyber you-know-what to anyone who's already read “Tamara for Dummies Pt I. I just gave away the whole kit and caboodle to any one dumber than I who had not yet figured out the author and book of my chosen tome. I mean, come on now, if my clues weren't enough for you, would I really have known if you had used a search engine to earn your brownie? Do I really appear to be that computer saavy?]
[Technical Stuff on the Tip and Possible Reprimand: Is it redundancy to put the two words “already” and “read” next to each other in the same sentence? Think about it and all you wise English experts can let me know.]
Now, this is the really good stuff. Because in Chapter I of Innocents Abroad Mark Twain spends innumerable amounts of time, letters, words, wit and ink describing this to-be-taken 3-month-long tour over all parts (I mean ALL parts) of Europe and the Holy Land, jumping on and off ships, boats, trains, airplanes and other and sundry 19th century conveyances. So now, not only am I moving homes in the real world here but I'm also traveling hither and yonder over all parts of “who-knows-where” and “you-know-where I wish I could be”- in Italy surreally floating on a canal listening to the golden voice of a gondolier who looks remarkably like Colin Firth and sounds like David Cook, in Paris strolling the Avenue des Champs-Élysées with an no-limit Visa card the bill of which is to be paid for by the estate of my never-known-existed before Uncle Cosmo who just passed way from a painless death, leaving me as the sole beneficiary of his entire estate or in Israel experiencing my closest ever to God as I frantically dodge terrorist bombs and remind Him that I'm not quite ready to go yet....and yes, I'm mixing my and Mark's time-lines together...but this is MY imagination, not yours and I think I have A.D.D. so hush up!)
And to be really honest, I CAN'T MOVE ANYMORE! I'm tired and I want my mommy just need to get some rest! Well, thankfully I finally was able to unwind a little last night and got maybe six hours sleep, so that was good. And Mark's still there for me waiting to actually commence on our trip together.
[Reminder: So far Mark & I have just been writing about the pleasure trip we WILL take. We haven't even really started yet....it just feels like it.]
And I'm thankful that good ol' Mark just happens to be patient enough with me to pick up our journey together after I get however many zzzzz's I think I need to be fresh and perky for the trip.
So, how's 'bout I catch up with you and Mark in say, 36 hours when I wake up from a quiet afternoon nap, and I'll be rearing to go. See ya then!
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