We have moved from the Boston area to the Great Nation of Texas. We have found a home, some work (some), and the cat is becoming acclimated to being an indoor/outdoor cat. This is a work in progress, as he hasn't QUITE figured out the "Medium"-sized pet-door that the house came with.

We did have to use plums, pieces of cat-bite-sized plums to lure him out with, so as to learn the tricks of the "medium"-sized pet-door that the house came with. Our(?) cat is medium sized... he is 17 pounds.

Ahh... on to the cultural bits. We came in need of a new dresser. New to us. And after scouring the Craigslist and local newspaper, today, we happened upon a yard sale, all-day every-day yard sale, with dressers. We easily spotted the first one from the road, but upon closer inspection (all while side-stepping cow pies), we discovered that the dresser was beyond repair. A few cow pies later, we'd found another (better) dresser that we eventually purchased and squeezed into the back of the VW Golf.

There's something to be said for people who run yard sales (all-day, every-day) in any state (or the Great Nation of Texas) who want to sell things for a profit... but are also completely bored. Poor Mitch. Mitch sold us our new (to us) dresser. We couldn't help but feel a bit bad that we'd pulled up in our car and pulled Mitch away from his post at the TV, watching some Nicole Kidman historical piece.

We have to hand it to him, though. He was a bit of a salesman.

"We'll be back with the cash for that dresser," we said.
"That mirror," said Mitch. "I'll take $10, it was $20. And I'll ask my brother what he wants for that lawnmower. Come back tomorrow. I'll tell you if the weed-eaters eat weeds."

Thanks, Mitch. You're a pal.

Other bits of cultural information:

- "Jiffy" is now an adjective. As in, "they aren't real jiffy about it."
- There is a helicopter for purchase. It's displayed along I-20 headed towards Dallas from Tyler, TX. We'd like to buy it, but we're not sure that there's room for it in the garage.