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Another Day of Moooooving

The longhorns are still free to graze around the house, that is, unless I run them off, and of course we are still moooooving. (takeoff on the longhorns comment about all this activity at nq99hq)

Yesterday the concrete guys poured the sidewalk to the front door, now they are working on the driveway to the garage. Most of the driveway is gravel, but the 75 feet or so in front of the garage is concrete.

Still cleaning furniture and moving into the house, still unpacking boxes and asking ourselves "why did we save this thing?"

Also, trying to get rid of a few big things, like a double bed, like a kingsized bed, etc, but have found no takers, so the next step is to look for a resale shop. Doubt that Goodwill wants anything as big as a bed or two. Where are all our friends when we need their help by saying "yes, we'll take the bed".

ummmm, back to the Congress. It seems part of our problem with the pols is that they have these lobbyists and staff who write these vast documents called bills, which no one can read and are far too complex for the feeble minds of the elected people to comprehend. As a result when something like the House bill on Medical Reform is passed, who knows what we will get. After all that, thank goodness for the repeal process.

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