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May. 2nd, 2008 11:09 am.
Grabbing some access at Panera's. Sarah and I are out and about. Cathy cleaned up the house as packing went on, and I took Sarah to the motel we would stay at for our last night in town. Sarah and I had a final sushi meal at Oishi, and said our goodbyes to Mr. Dong, our sushi friend. He made us egg rolls for a treat, then at the end of the meal, as Sarah was clamoring for green tea ice cream, he said he would make her a fried banana. "But I want ice cream," she said to me a dozen or so times. Finally, I said that Mr. Dong was making her a special dessert and she could have ice cream later. When dessert arrived, it proved to have fried banana segments, chocolate-drizzled whipped cream, and -- with a candle burning on it -- a big scoop of green tea ice cream. Sarah was so excited, she put the whole thing on her fork and gestured with it, over the floor, of course. Mr. Dong was nice enough to clean it up and give her another. Then we went swimming at the hotel pool, which was middling cool.
Next morning, we went in again, and this time it was warmer. Then we poured into two cars (mine was so full of stuff, including all our computers, scanner, printer, and my piano, that nobody could ride with me) and drove about 300 miles. There was wi-fi in our motel and I could still read newsgroups and my mail. There was wi-fi in the service plazas, and I could read email but not groups. There was wi-fi in the motel room in Pittsford, but I couldn't read newsgroups. If anybody knows a way to read newsgroups without having a provider (comcast, warner, that sort of thing) and without using Google Groups, which look like a huge tangled mess of headers, all alike, I'd sure like to know. I found a page of supposedly free services, and not one of them was there when I clicked on it.
We went to the apartment that will be our home for the next two weeks, and the key wasn't there. I tried calling the number they posted there. Then we took Cathy to work and went back to the motel, had breakfast, and swum in the pool. It was warmer than it had been the night before. I conclude that motel pools are warmer in the morning. We spent an hour in the water. Sarah can do flips in the water. She is almost swimming.
At noon, having not gotten a response on the phone, we went back to the apartment. By this time, the office was open, so I asked the guy there for help, and he took us to the front door of the unit. We had been at the back. The key was at the front. I thanked him profusely. We got lunch from Wegman's, then I moved all the stuff from my car up the flight of stairs into the apartment, and took a nap with Sarah. I was awakened by the phone, which was the lady we were renting from. I had called her phone to let it know we were in the apartment, but she wanted to find out why it had taken so long. Then it was time to get Cathy from work.
Today we both have cars. There's a parking space and a garage unit for us. We went to the library, to the school district, and to the Y. When I have proof of residency, I can finalize arrangements with these worthy institutions for future services. Now we'll drive around a little and maybe look at an amusement park (from the outside). Pittsford, we are here.
Kindergarten, by the way, turns out to be half-day only. I won't be getting a lot of work done, it appears.
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Grabbing some access at Panera's. Sarah and I are out and about. Cathy cleaned up the house as packing went on, and I took Sarah to the motel we would stay at for our last night in town. Sarah and I had a final sushi meal at Oishi, and said our goodbyes to Mr. Dong, our sushi friend. He made us egg rolls for a treat, then at the end of the meal, as Sarah was clamoring for green tea ice cream, he said he would make her a fried banana. "But I want ice cream," she said to me a dozen or so times. Finally, I said that Mr. Dong was making her a special dessert and she could have ice cream later. When dessert arrived, it proved to have fried banana segments, chocolate-drizzled whipped cream, and -- with a candle burning on it -- a big scoop of green tea ice cream. Sarah was so excited, she put the whole thing on her fork and gestured with it, over the floor, of course. Mr. Dong was nice enough to clean it up and give her another. Then we went swimming at the hotel pool, which was middling cool.
Next morning, we went in again, and this time it was warmer. Then we poured into two cars (mine was so full of stuff, including all our computers, scanner, printer, and my piano, that nobody could ride with me) and drove about 300 miles. There was wi-fi in our motel and I could still read newsgroups and my mail. There was wi-fi in the service plazas, and I could read email but not groups. There was wi-fi in the motel room in Pittsford, but I couldn't read newsgroups. If anybody knows a way to read newsgroups without having a provider (comcast, warner, that sort of thing) and without using Google Groups, which look like a huge tangled mess of headers, all alike, I'd sure like to know. I found a page of supposedly free services, and not one of them was there when I clicked on it.
We went to the apartment that will be our home for the next two weeks, and the key wasn't there. I tried calling the number they posted there. Then we took Cathy to work and went back to the motel, had breakfast, and swum in the pool. It was warmer than it had been the night before. I conclude that motel pools are warmer in the morning. We spent an hour in the water. Sarah can do flips in the water. She is almost swimming.
At noon, having not gotten a response on the phone, we went back to the apartment. By this time, the office was open, so I asked the guy there for help, and he took us to the front door of the unit. We had been at the back. The key was at the front. I thanked him profusely. We got lunch from Wegman's, then I moved all the stuff from my car up the flight of stairs into the apartment, and took a nap with Sarah. I was awakened by the phone, which was the lady we were renting from. I had called her phone to let it know we were in the apartment, but she wanted to find out why it had taken so long. Then it was time to get Cathy from work.
Today we both have cars. There's a parking space and a garage unit for us. We went to the library, to the school district, and to the Y. When I have proof of residency, I can finalize arrangements with these worthy institutions for future services. Now we'll drive around a little and maybe look at an amusement park (from the outside). Pittsford, we are here.
Kindergarten, by the way, turns out to be half-day only. I won't be getting a lot of work done, it appears.
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