Our New Summer Home
Yo-de-lay-hee-hooooo!!! I don’t know why I just felt like yodeling, but I did. Some things just can’t be explained. Anyhoooo, Tuesday we moved into our new home for the remainder of the summer in Calgary (CowTown).
Oh, it’s just too sad!!! I was enjoying myself, laughing away + I could barely hear Jeff’s tiny voice utter, “Shelli, please open the trunk.”. Poor, abused Jeff – I think I was passive-aggressively paying him back for all the moving I had ahead of me.
Uuuuugh, despair. Or, I liken Jeff to Sisyphus, the myth of the Greek king who was punished eternally by rolling an immense boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down, and to repeat this action forever + ever + ever + ever.
Eternally moving all his belongings from place to place….forever. I can’t WAIT for us to get our own place in Vancouver. Our own home base where all these material possessions will reside + stay put.
The washer needs to be hooked up to the faucet. Have you ever encountered this?! I never have!!! I was so freaked out, thinking I was doing it all wrong, anticipating to be standing in a pool of water! The first time I used it, I physically stood in front of the washer watching + monitoring it, during what felt like the entire cycle.
While I get to enjoy playing house, Jeff gets to enjoy this muddy mess on “Hell on Wheels”:
Oh, I do say!!!!