Who really needs to work out

Well, I did work out today, but I also got in at least that requisite 10,000 steps, and mostly up and down stairs. That should count for a four mile hike in addition to the workout.

Nancy and Ryan's apartment is almost empty. I have one more load to take tomorrow morning and Ryan will need to take the television, his camp chair, and his Wii. He has a little pied a terre set up in the old apartment. I left some beer in the fridge and a carton of what I presume is Chinese food. I thought he was just escaping from Nancy and Elph, but apparently the cable installation guy doesn't come to the house until Monday so he goes back to the apartment to watch television. That works. They did sleep in the house last night, but the bed is a mattress on the floor. Furniture will be fully assembled this weekend. They will have plenty of time to do so because they have to turn in the apartment key Friday -- no television for two days.

The house is full of boxes and they are stacked nearly to the ceiling in one of the "staging" rooms. I used to love moving. No matter how well I labeled boxes the ones I needed the most were always at the bottom of the stack. You just have to upack and get things stowed as quickly as possible. The interior pictures at the top of the page are the family room, entry hall, and stairway landing. (The extra picture has nothing to do with the house, it is Carmela relaxing atop the boxes that hold our creamation urns -- we still really don't know where to put them.)

Nancy and Ryan's neighbors all seem friendly and pleasant. Well, almost all. Everyone we talk to warns us about their neighbor to the right. She is going to be the interesting neighbor.

I wore my Flamingo pants to workout, lunch, and moving today. Everywhere I go I get complements on them. They are Target summer PJ bottoms that Lesley sent me and they make the best crop pants. Everyone should have Flamingo pants. Next summer I'm going to buy the pink pants with cats on them and perhaps some with rubber duckies. A nice thing about being old (in addition to Senior prices and free flu shots) is that you can get away with wearing whatever makes you happy. A little eccentricity really improves a girl's attitude.