So I'm here in New Orleans...and finally back on the internet, at least part time.
Had a great night with Keads, followed by 14 hours on the road to get here, complete with thunderstorms, a major traffic jam in Atlanta, and an hour and a half lost trying to find a place to receive a few last-minute documents related to my house closing and fax them on to the other waiting parties.
The next morning, bright and early, Belle and Murphy made it right out of the yard in record time. Belle was resecured easily but Murphy...well he ran around the corner and disappeared, only to come back a minute later, chasing a chicken.
Yep. Damn dog found one of the free-range chickens that infest this new neighborhood. Yeah...that's not weird. Neighbors all say that they appeared after Katrina and have been around ever since.
Everything got unloaded ok (And for the record, I have way too much stuff. WAY too much.) but in the process, I over did it on my leg and have been having nothing but trouble with it since. I was messed up all week-end, and I made it to my first day of work on crutches--NOT the first impression that I wanted to make. And now I'm sitting here in New Orleans, the place I'd dreamed of getting back to for years, only to be immobile, stuck on the damned couch while waiting for the leg to heal. Life can be a ball-buster sometimes.
Aaron was a help getting moved down here, that's for sure. I likely couldn't have done it without him. He, of course, made several small blog posts about it and they can be found here.
I'll have full internet next week, so pictures will resume. Until then, it's just typing and bitching from my couch.
Murphy and Belle seem to be settling in ok, and they'll be back in pictures next week too.
Lots of future adventure here, but for now, just down-time and missing a lot of great friends that I left behind. You all know who you are.