I turned in my two weeks to my boss yesterday, and it bordered on a "mooshy" moment, with us both near tears. I will miss working with them because they---well, most [haha]--- are such good-natured people. I carry a lot of respect for my manager, and it will be hard to come across another who compares. November 6 is my last day, with just one weekend of donuts left. I may miss the people, but I won't miss waking up at 2:30-3am one bit!
Stephen is able to get away from his store Saturday, so we are going to use this weekend to apartment-hunt in Nebraska. His cousin, Beth, is coming down from MN today for a weekend visit, so she'll receive the privilege of an Ivy league education in house-hunting. She'll be an expert by the time we are through with her, haha! We've been through this process so many times. By now, we know exactly what we want, what price is reasonable, what to look for in landlords, signs of good building integrity, etc. We should be able to pin something down in no time.
Stephen went all proactive today and made appointments with the apartments we are interested in. The Pavilion--- the newer, fancier apt--- has vacancies, allows THREE pets (there is talk between us about getting a canine pet for Howie and Zoe....), and includes some utilities in the rent, so that compensates for the higher price. Plus, there is no pet rent! I still have my little heart set on Fontenelle Hills, because I love the decks.... but the Pavilion may be better suited for us. We shall see!
As for our moving date, we would REALLY like to shoot for the weekend of Nov 29-30, just to avoid paying rent in two places. However, my term does
not end until the week of Dec. 8-12. I am waiting on email responses from my profs, but hopefully I can submit everything before Dec, and end my term early. If not, I might be able to board with Kristen and fam in Des Moines to finish it out.
Just so this isn't a text only post, here are some pics I took this morning of the little Knittel furballs. I had a couple videos too, but I guess blogspot doesn't support MPEG1 format.
Aww, cuddle with Newspaper, Howie
My futile attempt at getting a good face pic of Zoe:
"My profile looks better, Mom"
Still not head on, but a good pic of her doing absolutely nothing.
You may have noticed the newspaper props in these photos:
(Grandpa Fred, the following might scare you)
Quirky Knittel Fact #1: We have a newspaper subscription that we don't use.
It takes about a 10 days for our newspapers to travel from outside our front door to the large heap underneath the living room end table merely 20 feet away. This occurs in three defined steps.
First, the most labor intensive step, we must kick the rolled newspaper from outside the front door to the front entry way of our apartment. This occurs about every 2-3 days, or when we anticipate disapproving glances from our neighbors-that-we-never-run into... whichever comes first.
Second, our rolled newspapers must circulate to each room in the house. Some don't make it to each room, to our newspapers' chagrin, but most do. The vehicle in which they travel is by kick or drop. Stepping on or tripping over the newspaper is essential, for this lets us know that the newspaper is ready to be transported to another location.
The last step, occurring when we are about to have visitors, or when tension between humans is reaching a moderate level, entails actually picking up the newspapers and plopping them, unrolled, under the end table. Out of sight, out of mind--- we just avoid looking under our end table.
Moving to NE is causing some anxiety, because we are very fond of this newspaper-subscription-that-we-don't-use, and we have a routine that will now have to be disrupted. We rely very much on our 3-step process to keep us grounded, and I don't know what is going to happen when we move and we don't have a newspaper subscription anymore.
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