Kristina points out that I haven’t written in my blog since Thursday. And it’s Tuesday. I promise there’s not much to say except eight days until closing! But I’ll try to come up with something.

The weekend was passed by some packing, some spray-painting of bookcases, and enough beer-drinking to ensure that I will probably have gained weight this week. We’ll see at the weigh-in tomorrow. Gulp!

Okay, more detail? Friday night was spent at the pub. My mom and Mauro came in on Saturday. Unfortunately, my real estate agent called while they were en route to tell me that we couldn’t see the inside of the house, because the daughter was puking everywhere. Hmmph. So we stood outside for a while and stared at the house instead. We also went inside the library, which, I’m ashamed to admit, I’d never been inside. I currently live one block away. I will be living a half of a block away. It’s teeny, but there was a decent selection of home-improvement and home repair books which I’m sure will come in very handy.

After the library visit and the viewing of the house, we took the ferry across the river and had po-boys for lunch. Not sure how well a roast beef poboy fits into my WW diet, but I did walk around the quarter for a while, so I’ll just say it’s okay. I didn’t eat the top of the bread, either. Whew!

Sunday was a lazy day. Packed a bit, cleaned up a bit, spray painted a shelf white (just to test) and went over to Polly and Colin’s for corned beef and cabbage and the Sopranos. Interesting, though I’d never seen an episode before.

See, not very interesting. Last night we went and had sushi, though. Yum yum yum yumyumyumyum. So delicious I can’t stand it. Walked George by a jewelry store with engagement rings that I like. Tee hee. He was more interested in the monitor that was showing pictures of rings than the actual rings, though. Ah well.

Saw the people moving out today – yeah! It makes me feel a bit better that they’re confident enough to move out, even though it really has nothing to do with us. It’s still exciting.

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