Unwired

So we don't have internet or phone service at the house right now which has limited our blogging capacity. It's also limited our contact with the outside world.

Last night while Steve was wearing a hat he made of tinfoil, he started talking to "friends" that I couldn't see or hear and telling me that we really should look into "protective, black universe curtains" for our windows. Help us--we must make contact!

In all seriousness, our unpacking process inches ahead and has now gotten to boxes containing the Dregs of Moving. You know, the crap you didn't pack up with all the rest of your stuff but can't bear to throw away yet.

For example, in one box I've got six pairs of shoes, fairy wings, Mardi Gras beads, CDs, mixtapes, pens, electric mixer wands, and a couple mugs. These boxes may very well take years to unload.

Photos of our move to come soon, in the meantime you can take a look at the view from one of the kitchen windows. The wires here taunt us daily: We carry the internet, We carry phone service, We are not yours to touch or use or love...

The dark, scary quality of this photo may cause my suburban relatives to refuse to visit me.
It's usually bright and sunny up in here!