We’re in the process of relocating and spent the beginning of July packing (check), the middle of July moving (check), and the rest of July in-between homes--living with Big A’s mom and storing a bunch of stuff at my cousin Ninni’s apartment while she‘s away in India.
In the meantime I’ve seen the place I hope we can move into Aug 1. I fell in love with the house on Davis Street even before I walked in through the door because out front in the shady, vine-sheltered garden, there was a cast iron birdbath trimmed with the--umm--excremental satisfaction of many birds.
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