Last Weekend in Sacramento
It should feel more satisfying to write the words that form the title of this post; but alas, it is our last weekend here only because we are moving twenty minutes away to Roseville. The day I write “last weekend” and mean it in the sense we all wish I did just might be a day I write two simple words for the post: THANK GOD.
In the meantime, we enjoyed our “last weekend in Sacramento” in one of our favorite ways: getting the heck out of Sacramento, with a nice Saturday visit to Beth and Nate and the babies in Napa. The babies didn’t cry when they saw me and Andrew this time, which I think is a first. Perhaps they could sense my imminent motherly-ness and were somewhat less terrified of us than they usually are. Andrew was also wearnig his "butter" pants from J. Crew (they're not made of butter; they're butter-colored). It's hard to have an adverse reaction to someone wearing butter pants, unless that reaction is dirisive laughter. That's another story. No, really, I love the pants. Really.
After our usual morning trip to the farmer’s market (artichokes and asparagus are in season—spring bounty), we spent Sunday moving stuff to Roseville. I’ve made an interesting discovery: the most-difficult-to-move thing we own is our cake stand. It is large, delicate, impossible to wrap and pack—almost impossible even to wash and store. I carried it on my lap during one of our drives to the house. I’m not sure how it’ll ever make it back East. We’re making progress, moving methodically through each room as we pack up that day’s boxes and bags. It is certainly less chaotic to pack a little at a time, “casually” packing things in cloth bags rather than wrapping everything in a million boxes. It’s too soon to make a final call, but this might be our easiest move yet. If it gets to be 100 degrees here again this week, then I will be revising that statement.
In the meantime, we enjoyed our “last weekend in Sacramento” in one of our favorite ways: getting the heck out of Sacramento, with a nice Saturday visit to Beth and Nate and the babies in Napa. The babies didn’t cry when they saw me and Andrew this time, which I think is a first. Perhaps they could sense my imminent motherly-ness and were somewhat less terrified of us than they usually are. Andrew was also wearnig his "butter" pants from J. Crew (they're not made of butter; they're butter-colored). It's hard to have an adverse reaction to someone wearing butter pants, unless that reaction is dirisive laughter. That's another story. No, really, I love the pants. Really.
After our usual morning trip to the farmer’s market (artichokes and asparagus are in season—spring bounty), we spent Sunday moving stuff to Roseville. I’ve made an interesting discovery: the most-difficult-to-move thing we own is our cake stand. It is large, delicate, impossible to wrap and pack—almost impossible even to wash and store. I carried it on my lap during one of our drives to the house. I’m not sure how it’ll ever make it back East. We’re making progress, moving methodically through each room as we pack up that day’s boxes and bags. It is certainly less chaotic to pack a little at a time, “casually” packing things in cloth bags rather than wrapping everything in a million boxes. It’s too soon to make a final call, but this might be our easiest move yet. If it gets to be 100 degrees here again this week, then I will be revising that statement.
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