So It Begins Again
After much debate, second-guessing, third-guessing, rolling the bones, consulting the stars, the flowcharts, the lay lines and air-eating gurus, the bookstore will continue, and in a new location.
September 30th is the last day in the old location. After that, we’ve got a month to move.
There’s a sign above the register that reads: A friend will help you move. A real friend will help you move books.
Boxes of books weigh more than boxes of lead. They really do.
And, my parents are coming out here next week. They’ll be staying with us, because nothing says “I hate you” like “Would you mind staying in a hotel?”
As I type this, Jack is actually talking to my mom on the phone. She called twice today, then the third time left a message asking if I was all right, or wondering if perhaps something had happened to me.
She was dying to talk, because my mother-in-law called her last night, asking a favor.
Not a good favor. And not asked in a good way.
Esereth, I’ll write you a story shortly.
For those of you haven’t visited Esereth’s site, she's asking some damn fine questions about parents. Check out the current post, and the previous one.
Timing. It’s all timing, isn’t it?
I’m going off to find aspirin now.