And away-y-y we go!
All righty, then! The stuff is sorted, packed, and stored, and Pepe is packed to the gills -- as usual. I'm in Milesburg, PA, and trying to get my hip to calm down long enough to get this out, so bear with me. The trip has been well worth the effort to get on the road -- as it always is -- and I'm enjoying rolling through the rolling hills all around me. But before I get into a possible e-mail entry, here's a quickie photo blog.
And here we are, packing our little butts off. As you can see, this is fairly early in the process, so I thought I'd get the shot before total bedlam set in.
The last supper. One of my favorite meals: Buffalo wings, Monterrey Jack cheese and Tostitos. Yum! By the way, that's Monk playing on the computer -- a download from iTunes. I'd downloaded the pilot episode, only to find that it came in two parts! Aiyeee!!! So, of course, I downloaded the the second part, since the first was so riveting and hilarious. What a great show!
Here's Pepe, warming up and rearin' to go. I'm doing some last-minute cramming of stuff into hidey-holes and finding places for the the last of the stuff going to the storage unit, and I'm moving so fast you can't see me. (No, wait, I'm taking the picture!) Anyway, the craziness is pretty much over and the sanity of the road is nigh.
Here is one of my hip therapy stops, the Quechee Gorge in Vermont. I just had to get out and exercise my hip and leg, so I took a 10-15 minute hike across the bridge and along the hiking trail to work it out. This is actually the first time I've ever seen this in all the times across the bridge. Huh. I hope the photo comes out right side up.
Here we are at Rancho Desconsamos, the home of the Stagers and Velasquezes. Lisa gives her dad, John, technical advice while her mom, Susan, tries vainly to duck out of the shot. Ha! Ya gotta be faster than that when I'm around, Susie.
This is Lisa's little boy, Kevin, enjoying(?) the fruits -- or would that be vegetables? -- of their labors. He really is much more animated than he appears here, being two and all, he's just camera-shy.
And here I am with Clea. She's always so glad to see me, even if she's getting cataracts in her advancing age and is having trouble doing so. She's still a love. Look at her ears -- and tail. She's no friend to a black fleece, though, let me tell you. Oh, well. She's worth it.
And here we are, packing our little butts off. As you can see, this is fairly early in the process, so I thought I'd get the shot before total bedlam set in.
The last supper. One of my favorite meals: Buffalo wings, Monterrey Jack cheese and Tostitos. Yum! By the way, that's Monk playing on the computer -- a download from iTunes. I'd downloaded the pilot episode, only to find that it came in two parts! Aiyeee!!! So, of course, I downloaded the the second part, since the first was so riveting and hilarious. What a great show!
Here's Pepe, warming up and rearin' to go. I'm doing some last-minute cramming of stuff into hidey-holes and finding places for the the last of the stuff going to the storage unit, and I'm moving so fast you can't see me. (No, wait, I'm taking the picture!) Anyway, the craziness is pretty much over and the sanity of the road is nigh.
Here is one of my hip therapy stops, the Quechee Gorge in Vermont. I just had to get out and exercise my hip and leg, so I took a 10-15 minute hike across the bridge and along the hiking trail to work it out. This is actually the first time I've ever seen this in all the times across the bridge. Huh. I hope the photo comes out right side up.
Here we are at Rancho Desconsamos, the home of the Stagers and Velasquezes. Lisa gives her dad, John, technical advice while her mom, Susan, tries vainly to duck out of the shot. Ha! Ya gotta be faster than that when I'm around, Susie.
This is Lisa's little boy, Kevin, enjoying(?) the fruits -- or would that be vegetables? -- of their labors. He really is much more animated than he appears here, being two and all, he's just camera-shy.
And here I am with Clea. She's always so glad to see me, even if she's getting cataracts in her advancing age and is having trouble doing so. She's still a love. Look at her ears -- and tail. She's no friend to a black fleece, though, let me tell you. Oh, well. She's worth it.
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