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About how I feel right now.

Our new address will be:

10818 85 AVE NW
EDMONTON AB  T6E 2L1

Phone numbers stay the same (thank you cell phones and Vonage).

Pictures will come eventually.

That is all.

Matt's dad died very unexpectedly last Saturday evening; he had a massive heart attack and collapsed in the train station.  We're in Chicago now.  There's a service tonight at his dad's church and then we're driving to Pennsylvania with his dad's ashes for the interment and another service at Woodside in Yardley on Saturday at 11 a.m. 

or, 48 Hours of Very Bad Luck, an Explication of the Unfortunate Circumstances Imperiling our Plucky Heroine, who could Really Use a Drink or Seven

I have never considered myself a particularly lucky person, but up until this point, I've never considered myself to be particularly unlucky, either.  However, in light of the events of the past 48 hours ( Read more... )

Molly Ivins, the sharpest, funniest, best political writer I've ever known, died today of breast cancer. She was only 62 ( Read more... )

Matt and I won the People's Choice Award at the departmental Annual Chili Cookoff, and we came in second with the judges; next year, we're totally going to win (and then we will TAKE OVER THE WORLD!).

I want this house -- want!

After six years with the same pair, I'm getting NEW GLASSES!  They are nearly identical to my old ones, which should come as no surprise to anyone, since I love these glasses.  The new ones are a little bit squarer, but that's all.  The nifty part, though, is that they're Transitions -- thank you Costco and your ridiculously good prices on eyewear ( Read more... )

I bought my tickets yesterday, by the way. I leave Edmonton at 12:30 a.m. Christmas Day and get into Boston by 10:30 a.m., which, when I look at it right there, it looks like I'm going back in time. But perhaps I'm just rather tired. I'm in the Northeast until the 5th (Friday), which is very exciting. I will be doing my best to run around and ( Read more... )

Reasons not to move to Edmonton: this morning, the thermometer outside my window says it is negative twenty-five degrees Fahrenheit in our fair city.