Monday, January 2, 2006

(happy) new year. It was moving day, yes indeed. Catherine has come to stay! (WOOHOO!) And this is a very, very good thing. In addition to being one of my bestest friends in the whole world, she also cracks me up more than most people on earth. Anyone listening to us trying to put her bed together this afternoon would wonder how we ever worked together and still managed to get anything done. "Okay, up a little, and just shove it in." "What did you just say?" (fits of giggling ensue, bed construction ceases.) "No, really, okay. Let's do this. But I can't get this part to fit. Forget screwing, just ram the damn thing." (more giggling, and my mother blushing as she reads this.) Her dad, two brothers, and a family friend showed up to unload the van and her car -- actually, her dad drove the van out -- and they had us laughing long before we started working on that frame. There are few things in life as goofy as a bunch of twenty-something guys trying to make sense of girl belongings. But they were awfully handy, too, especially Mark the UberCarpenter who took the front door off-hinge immediately upon his arrival. This made the transfer of items down the awkward hallway about 800% more easy. I don't even think I'm exaggerating. Because Catherine has 800 boxes. Okay, okay... she does have -- if not quite that much -- a lot of stuff, but some of her stuff is definitely better than stuff of ours within the same product genre (I used the word 'stuff' too many times in that sentence.) In other words, we've just lucked into a better coffeemaker, a better blender, and a slightly larger tv. Catherine gains reliable wireless internet, a couch that does not eat her butt, all the delights of living on the coast (once again) and, well... Kerry and Meg. (And Jeff, who is getting married to Kerry sometime this year. He's around here now and then.) (And Kristy, when she's in town. And Ash and Jay, once in a blue moon. And Lorelei and Carys, when we babysit.) (And my imaginary fiance, Evan -- a tall, dashing, outdoorsy and witty pediatrician with a heart of gold and major hockey skills -- invented by my friends in 2001. But he's always out of town. Bastard.) Well, we hopped out to one of our favourite spots for dinner to cap off the day, and Catherine is out visiting her mom as I write -- now only blocks away -- so I should probably snuggle under my duvet and await the morning, when I am back in the office after a lovely day off. Hell, I might even sleep. (Though sometimes I get lonely when Evan's away.) Uh huh. Oh, she just got home: (I'd like to note that I don't usually sound like a squirrel on crack. But Catherine always sounds like a vixen.) And now she's in bed, too. So. One more: (okay, so I do always sound like a squirrel on crack) But look at this: Welcome, Mary Rose Coleman Gibson (who will go by Rose)! I'm so thrilled for you, Brad and Jaime (along with big sister Olivia.) (does that woman not have the best eyebrows ever?) AND... Congrats, Kerry and Jeff... you guys make me smile (and I didn't forget!) Heck of a New Year, huh? I'm smiling. (but I miss you, Kristy. Though I will shake my fist ruefully in your direction when you are in the Bahamas.) (could I be any more parenthetical?) 11:03:46 PM    well, yes, but...  []

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