Dateline: in the Shire, Indy, 2 August 2005
Saturday with the missus was fun. Kids with relatives. We spend afternoon picking out flooring for new house, then dinner at St. Elmo's in Indy (great steak house famous for its horse radish mixed in the basement), then movie (War of the Worlds) at weird Hollywood Bar and Movie Club. It's a theater/bar/nightclub. You buy tix, then hang in bar, then are called into club-like setting, where waiters serve drinks and you can smoke, and then they show the movie. I haven't been in a theater with smoking in about 30 years. It was wild to be watching that very tense movie and then see explosion of light from match in audience.
Sunday was first night for us all together in new apartment. That's when we discovered the fleas from the previous occupant's dog. Yikes!
Yesteday was going to kids' new school, more unpacking, and seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (ab fab). Today was all prep for flea treatment and then being homeless for six hours after treatment. We go book shopping, pick out all the appliances for new house (that was fun), game shopping, eat some ribs, then back home to finish washing every damn thing in house.
I am close to having my "office," or my built-in desk aided by antique baker's cabinet, put together. I am about three days away from having all the bills/record/address changes put together. Then I start the business for real again.
Good talks rolling in at speaker's agency, book tour with Putnam shaping up, and talks with two big players about consulting arrangements. Little to complain on--except discovering that Milwaukee Packer game package this year does not have us attending second preseason game (Pats in late Aug) as previously announced. No, now our game is the Chargers on a Thursday night (11th). Too late I realize, as I have already sked a biz trip. So I give tix to my brother whose sons are heading off to Iraq. My godson, unfortunately, must report day before game, and, as platoon leader, he's busy enough in final 48 State-side. Younger brother is going to game with dad and mom and grandmother (my Mom). My tix probably go to parish priest, which is fine with me. I want someone who'll behave and not lose me my tix. So this year, like last year with adoption trip, I blow off preseason game.
Worth it, though. Biz trip will lead, me thinks, to very big opportunity. And when you're picking our appliances like so many toys, you want opportunity.
Still, days into our new adventure, we keep running into fabulous stories and experiences that remind us why we're in the Midwest and not the Northeast.
Fleas--hah! We're Midwesterners now!
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