Cash, yes, it kind of lacks Moriarty cachet.

smonster, staying-well wishes for your trip.

I'm weary. I just accidentally put peas in the spagetti sauce. I had intended to put some frozen spinach in, but grabbed the wrong bag out of the freezer. Fortunately it seems to have done no harm to taste, and only made the texture just a bit more interesting.

Just returned from playing with Holts. Laura lives in a house of sweet giant men. And we played on the boat, two beaches, in the hot tub, and with copious wine.

And we saw a manatee in the waves off of South Beach. No shit.

And Thai food. Oh how I have missed Thai food!

And now I miss Holts. :(

So! We were eating dinner on the train (crab cakes, baked potato & tiramisu for those following along at home) when our tablemates (Katrina survivors, a lady programmer and a WWII vet) pointed out a young couple holding hands. They just got married, she whispered. They stopped the train last night and their whole wedding party was at the station, all dressed to the nines in vintage 50`s gear. She lowered her voice, "they didn`t show up for breakfast is all I`ll say."
 
So we finished dinner and hung out then went to the lounge car when we noticed them in the dining car. So we have paid forward the random strangers looking after our own Mr. & Mrs. Teacup, and we bought adorable 50`s newlyweds a bottle of wine. Yay newlywed joy!

Travelling by train is so much more romantic that travelling by plane.

That's so sweet, Liese.

Travelling by train is so much more romantic that travelling by plane.

And less gropetastic, too!

Liese, what a lovely dinner! And how wonderful that you got to share the wedding joy with that couple. May their happiness be as great and true as all the happiness we wish for sj and TCG.

Trudy, I'm glad you got to spend time with the Holts. You make me miss them, too.

Liese, that is so nice of you!

And I am insanely jealous of Trudy/Holts time! How much fun!

Congrats to sj and TCG! The Tea Cups! Your elopement sounds absolutely lovely.

Condolences, Dana, and health~ma to DCJ's Ray.

Yays for smonster, and I hope you still want me to call you at 6:30am, because I'm gonna do it in about six hours.

Sis and I were at the farmhouse this past week. This time, much more productive than last. We hauled out an SUV full of incredibly dirty old stuff that I'd forgotten we left there, and now there's only a few large pieces of furniture that we still have to arrange to get out of there. Papers actually got signed, money will soon trade hands, so the farm is finally sold. The new owner is impatient to have all our stuff finally gone, although he is being nice about it.

We'll go back one more time with a Penske and get the bed and the armoire and the huge dining room table, and the baby crib that can't be used as such anymore because it's totally unsafe (I survived it somehow), and the enormous glass display case that I've no idea what to do with, and the antique falling-apart sleds that my sister insists on keeping. Maybe next month, and then we'll be DONE done for reals. I expected to be sad about the selling "the old homeplace" but I'm not; it had become such a burden, financially and psychologically, and none of us want to live there, ever again. Better it should go to someone who really wants to live there.

Now, I have to find someone to haul away the giant heavy old piano that doesn't play anymore. It's funny that I'm suddenly wanting this piano. Restoring it, and then moving it here, would be prohibitively expensive, and I, myself, don't play anymore either, haven't since I was 10, and a week ago I didn't give a darn about the piano, but now? I wish I had a spare $15000 so I could get it all fixed and moved into my house, where it would sit for 20 years until I retire and maybe then I'd learn to play again. It's not like I don't have anything else from the old house - I have plenty. Makes no sense.