Day Two.

Day Two.

Day two. Mary Beth Kate Jo Francis sent dinner over, along with her husband who is quite, and I think, Serbian. He works at home. But he may be a Pol, in any case Mary Jane Louise outdid herself. She recovered from the fact that I was a vegetarian apparently allergice to wheat (Oh all things!) and prepared a chicken dish. Ok, let's be fair she made a very nice broccli salad with cashews and carnberries, and steamed perfectly asparagis , and obscenely large straberries. Lovely. I made elbow noodles and broccli. Gerrit Jr. ate my dinner. Gerrit Sr. ate hers. 'nough said.We unpacked boxes all day and yet seem to have more stuff than when we started. Kourac was right. If you own a rug you own too much. We own way too much. Including, but not exclusively: vitamins and dried fruit outdated by YEARS, not months; handles broken off of the old house's bathroom cabinets, and dirty laundry. I am adjusting to the neighborhood, I keep my head down when the volvos pass and hope for the best when the Lexus SUV's drive by.