To make a long story bearable, Ian will be working at NMSU for the next year.
So! I left both jobs, we packed our bags, and Ian drove from Pennsylvania to New Mexico. (Grendel and I mostly slept.)
This will be our home:
What a tree, what a tree!
We were planning to make do with an ugly student apartment, as we’ve always done, but this place was a steal. By my humble standards, this is practically the Biltmore; we suddenly have a washer and dryer, skylights, curbside recycling, a garden hose (perfect for cleaning the rat cage), two bathrooms, a fireplace, french doors leading from the master bedroom to the
REBEKAH: “I don’t even know where to begin. How do I tell the plants from the weeds?”
IAN: “The plants are the dead ones.”
The house’s owner moved to an assisted-living facility, leaving behind many of her possessions. She moved back in January, which means there’s a lot of dust, disarray, and general corrosion to combat; I’ve been battling vast weevil nations, and will soon take on the nearly-mouse-sized cockroaches. When I’m not whimpering and murdering innocent crawlies, I can be found packing up endless boxes of homeowner’s stuff, unpacking endless boxes of OUR stuff., or scrubbing for hours on end. By next week, I hope to have things looking and feeling homelike.
It’s been five weeks since The Great Razor Tragedy of 2011, and I have hair again:
Some hair, anyway. Not enough to brag about or to keep small children from doing double-takes, but enough to look messy after being slept upon. The worst of both worlds. In two or three more weeks, I should be back to a #5. Funny that a #5 should now sound long and luxurious to me.
Readers, I was worried that all of you would unsubscribe during my two weeks’ absence. But no, not one of you jumped ship, and I can’t tell you how I appreciate it. Thank you.