Time’s blasting along now. It just doesn’t seem like THAT long ago – nothing like the six months it’s been – since I first flew out to Modesto for a week in October. Or since Kristi was visiting me in Orlando. Now we’re in April, which means in just three months we’ll be man and wife. We’re both looking forward to it, but wow, time’s just flying.
The wedding plans are pretty much complete now. We’re doing engagement photos in a couple weeks, there’s still the cake to sort out, and other odds and ends, but the bulk of our planning now has shifted from the wedding to the honeymoon. Those plans seem to change every day, but that’s fine. We still have plenty of time to decide on that.
In the meantime, we’ve finally almost settled all the outstanding business from my move. Still a bit here and there left to do, nothing major, just things we haven’t gotten around to doing yet. The biggest outstanding issue is probably the storage unit.
I left Orlando pretty quickly, and we didn’t really have the money or time to ship all my belongings to California. So a lot of my stuff ended up with the Salvation Army, my family, or in the garbage. The rest currently resides in a 10×10′ aluminum room in east Orlando: my bike, a 27″ Sony TV, my beloved office chair, boxes full of books and office files and other assorted materials. My brother and I packed it all in, and then I basically just stuffed a couple bags full of day-to-days and got on the plane. I arrived in Modesto literally with the clothes on my back.
So lately I’ve been missing my stuff, especially the books. I have some really good books. So we’re enlisting my brother’s help once again to wander over to the unit and start shipping the boxes over. We don’t have much of a choice about the big stuff, the TV and bike and whatnot.. that’s going to have to shipped heavy. But at least we can start liberating some of the easy stuff from Orlando bondage.
BTW.. have I mentioned lately how much I love my wife (to be)? Well, I do. A lot.
And she got a lot more sympathy from me this morning on an issue of vital importance: the early-morning stench of a freshly dropped Tuck turd. Every morning we have a routine around here. Alarm goes off, Kristi gets up for work, hits the shower, Tuck follows her into the bathroom and chooses that moment to plant a fat juicy one in his corner of the floor. Kristi starts screaming “BABE!!” which is then my cue to get my lazy ass out of bed, throw on slippers and rush into the bathroom at 6am to quickly dispose of it before she faints or worse.
By the time I get into the bathroom, I mean, come on, the smell isn’t THAT bad. It stinks, but aren’t we overdramatizing it slightly?
Turns out, no, we’re not. Tuck waited this morning and instead dropped his load when I was in the shower, and OH MY GOD WHAT THE HECK IS THAT SMELL?!! Does the steam just amplify it?? The wall of nastiness was.. oh god.. hold breath.. hope it passes.. sweet god in heaven.. it took a couple minutes before the smell got back down to where it usually is by the time I wander into the bathroom for cleanup.
That girl must really love me. Starting her workday every morning to that. There just no way I can ever let that kind of dedication get away.