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Thursday, September 25, 2003

Still Packing It In

Yesterday began with a role in "Amos & Sons Furniture Co." It's a part I've played before, but this was the real deal. You see, to keep our load more manageable, about a week ago we sold a lot of our furniture to church folks via the church email list. Berta (Lucy and Doug Jones' sister) bought a couple of our bigger items, but she hadn't been able to find anyone with a vehicle large enough to move them. However, since we picked up our 15-foot rental truck yesterday morning, and since my dad and a couple of my brothers were helping me all day, we were able to throw in a residential delivery at no extra cost!

Thanks to my dad, we now have most of our stuff loaded in the rental truck. Like I said about Hollie's dad, I don't know what we would have done without him. (By the way, Ethan and Granddaddy made it home to Grammie safe & sound; Ethan was good on the flight, and he's having a great time with Hollie's parents and siblings.)

Tuesday night, thanks to Johnny, we had something of a Lounge reunion for (yet another) going away party. The Lounge, for those of you who don't know, is what we call(ed) the house where, back in the day, several guys lived and paid rent (including The Booth, Robbie, Toby, Remy, Dave N, et al) and several other guys just hung out a lot but didn't pay rent (including Matthew, Dave K, Aaron Tripp, Gibbs, Johnny & Guido, Ethan Atwood, Paul, Deacon, myself, et al). Anyway, we - the local remnant of The Lounge (viz, Johnny, Ethan, Gibbs, Toby, Paul, and me; unfortunately, everyone assumed Deacon knew about the get-together, but he didn't, or so he claims) - met at The Garden for a drink and a game of pool, then went to the cemetery with beer and Mad Dog, and finally wrapped up the night reminiscing in the Mormon church parking lot, adjacent to the backyard of The Lounge. All told, we shared an evening of good times, great oldies.

I'm posting this in the wee hours, so I need to either get back to work or go to bed. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day. We hope to pull out by 1pm, but I have my doubts...so many little loose ends remain untied.

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