We took Peter to Purchase on Monday. It seemed
like Peter had about one tenth of the stuff that Sarah
had, so it was pretty easy to get everything
packed. It's a little over two hours away, not too
bad of a drive. For some reason, Nuvi the GPS
wanted to route us directly through New York City,
which is on the way, but it's not really a good idea
to drive through. We had to override Nuvi quite a
few times. Technically it would be a shorter distance
if we went that way, but it would probably take about
three times as long.
It seemed pretty disorganized when we got there. There
were no signs or anything to tell us where to go or where
to park, and when we did get to the office of Residence Life
they didn't seem to know what to do.
There was no elevator, and Peter's room is on the third floor!
I made friends with a crippled dad whom I met inching his
way downstairs with his cane.
Eventually we found Peter's room, which was already occupied
by a sleeping dude, (this is at noon) aka Roommate #1. He
explained that he was still sleeping because he had gone to
bed at 4:00 a.m. and didn't say anything else as long
as we were there except that he told us where the
Ethernet connection was. He was playing a game on his
computer that was making strange moaning
noises the whole time we were there. I kept thinking it was him,
but luckily I was wrong.
Here's Peter at his desk.
Even though the room was
a triple, there was plenty
of room for Peter's
stuff.
Here's Peter hanging the flag of Brittany in his window.
After we found the room we went to
lunch, unpacked, and then went to
the bookstore for a few forgotten items.
We went back home after that.
It seems pretty strange not to have
Peter around. I expect we'll soon be
settling into the "empty nest" lifestyle,
where we go to bed at 9:00 p.m., buy
half gallons of milk, and pay
inordinate amounts of attention to our pets.
Well, must go, I think Olive wants a snack.
Here are some pictures of our latest home
improvments. First,
a fireplace insert with a fake electric fire
and heater. This doesn't look
as cool as a real fire, but it also
doesn't
suck all the heat out of the
house and take forever to get started. The picture was supposed to show me
cozily having a
cup of tea and reading
a book with a cat sleeping on my lap, but the cat (Olive) declined to cooperate and had to be held on my lap
with a death grip
while the picture was taken. That's why she and I both look a
bit tense
in the picture.
After taking the fire picture, we
retired to the basement pub
(still not named! please see earlier post!) to take the other picture, which
shows the new bar after the wood was finished, along with our new fake tree. We're trying to achieve
the atmosphere of a "fern pub". Since there's almost no natural light in the basement, this has to be done with fake greenery.
On the other hand, if we wanted to work with the natural light,
the other option would be to have a "mushroom pub".
Sandy was obsessed with biting her feet for awhile.
We were originally told that she had fleas, and we were
scolded for not keeping her up to date on her Top-Spot. This (that is, the part about not keeping up to date on the
Top Spot) was true, but it actually turned out that she had
sarcoptic mange, which is a disgusting mite infestation.
Luckily, it's nothing that a few expensive and time-consuming
visits to the vet can't take care of. Apparently people can catch it from their dogs, although it does require a canine host to (shudder) reproduce. This makes me itch just thinking about it, but thank goodness
we haven't gotten it from her. She's doing really well now, and has stopped biting her feet.
