where's our stuff?

Last I heard, the truck was in Tacoma. Should be here soon. The cat is getting mighty pissy about not having her stuff. The dog is just bored.

As for we hobbitts, last night after a brief hunting and gathering mission to Sequim (a lovely drive to a rather uninteresting place, but it does have a Sears, so to speak, as well as a Home Depot), we sat on the camp chairs in front of our fireplace, drinking Blue Heron pale ale (Bridgeport Brewers, Portland, OR) and eating some sort of frozen individual pizza since we have neither plates nor knives nor baking sheets, etc. While we ate, hobbitt read every owners manual we have for every device in the house: gas fireplace, jetted tub, microwave, range, fridge, dishwasher. Why? Because that's the kind of guy he is. It was a raucous night. Not.

Just got a call from the movers, who went too far and are entering Pete Townsend proper. They should be here in a half-hour or so. Time to round up the pests and confine them to their jail for one last day. Poor kids.