Well, the lease at the old place was up on the 31st of last month. We were going to move in to this new complex that got built this summer. Unfortunately, the business practices of the management company left a bit to be desired (not least of which falls under deceptive business). Anyway, we found a place in Medford (which everyone tells me is actually pronounced Mefa), and moved in last week. Well, we moved in to the kitchen, anyway, while the hardwood floors got re-done. That is to say, Daniel, Justin and Dave did most of the heavy lifting, including hefting the mattresses up to the second floor porch using rock-climbing gear. Then we promptly took off to go to Rainchester to see my sister for a few days.
While there, I took Aimee to my alma mater, and also to where I did most of the work for my Master’s. We also got to see the abandoned ferry to Canada. That’s pork barrel, right there. And of course, we ate at Ming’s, whose noodles are still to die for. Nowhere else have I had superior Chinese food. That’s right, people, the gauntlet has been thrown down.
We got back into town last night, and spent all of today cleaning, unpacking and applying contact paper. I love contact paper, it rocks. And now, we wait ’til Friday for the cable company to come by and connect the internet pipes to the house. The place is much bigger — two bedrooms, a sunroom/study, living room, dining room, kitchen, washing machine. Makes our old place look like a cardboard box.
Seemant, I’ll pick up the gauntlet. Did you actually eat in a restaurant in China yet? I don’t know about the states, but in here, most Chinese restaurants don’t even serve Chinese food.
Ofcourse I’ve got the benefit of a Chinese wife.
This is a very valid point, Paul — I have not eaten anywhere in China. I will say this though — Ming’s does serve Chinese food (when you go hang out late at night after the place closes). But yes, you’re right. I will restate the inscription on the gauntlet.
The only thing I hate more than moving house is having the Internet hooked back up because, at least in my neck of the woods, they always screw it up three or four times before they get it right.
I hate hold music.
Love,
Cheeseburger Brown