"Scenic Prettyness"

So, it is really pretty down here. The leaves aren't as vibrant as they were when we first moved in, but still really pretty. When the wind blows, they just fall off the trees and it reminds of the last scene in Robin Hood (Kevin Costner version, of course) when there is the wedding and the leaves just fall all around them. Kinda reminds me of Forest Gump, too. I watch too much T.V.

I decided to get out of the house this afternoon and took Dori to a park that is a few miles from our house. At the start of our walk, we went down a pathway that was filled with leaves. As we started down the path Dori was freaking out! The sound of crunching leaves under her feet scared her and she kept running in zig zags, with her tail between her legs, and looking over her shoulder. It was hilarious. Eventually she got the hang of it and walked normally.

Where are the dish towels?

Our stuff was delivered today! This picture does not do justice to the many, many boxes we have. I thought we would be able to find things pretty easily since the movers label the boxes, but I have been searching all day for the dish towels and haven't been able to find them. I found the stuff from our junk drawer in the old kitchen. The box with the junk drawer contents was labeled, "Kitchen, toaster" The toaster was in there too, but overall, it was misleading. The rest of the "kitchen" boxes have been just as tricky. But I am so happy to see our things, and start putting this place together that I don't mind a bit.

Never Starve a Van Gorder

Packers arrived yesterday and put everything in boxes, even the Tostitos. Movers showed up at 9:00 this morning in a really big diesal truck. It blocked a few neighbors' cars in (including ours) and kept traffic from being able to pass by. The movers didn't mind, but this did prevent us from getting breakfast or lunch. I didn't eat until 4:00. You have to be a Van Gorder to truly understand how terrible it is not to eat until 4:00. "WTF? WTF?"

Other than that, the move has been going smoothly. We have one more day in St. George to tie up a few loose ends (that means you, carpet cleaner) and then Mark, Dori (yep, that's the dog) and I will head to a pet-friendly hotel in Vegas.