Here’s my schedule for this week and next:
Sunday: Drive 13 hours or so cross-country to Denver. Well, almost to Denver. About 2:00 AM the wife and I give up and find a hotel.
Monday: Go the rest of the way to Denver, look at apartments. Discover, to our groaning chagrin, that the large, reasonably-priced apartment we had in mind was rented over the weekend. In fact, most of the places we’d planned on visiting don’t have openings until the middle of July or later. Finally find a place on the bus line: two bathrooms inside, a pool outside; the girls will be pleased.
Tuesday: Visit SOE, have some lunch with the guys there, then wander up to Boulder to poke around. It’s a beautiful area, with houses for sale well outside our price range. (The first one we look at is going for two million dollars; the second is only half that, but we decide to stop looking.)
Wednesday: Drive back.
Thursday: Finish packing. Panic as necessary.
Friday (today): Finish packing. Panic as necessary. Oh yeah, try to wrap up that contract gig.
Saturday: Finish packing. Panic as necessary.
Sunday: Finish packing. Panic as necessary.
Monday: Load the truck.
Tuesday: Drive to Denver (or close enough).
Wednesday: Unload the truck.
Thursday: Realize we forgot something vital in Minnesota and make a bunch of panicked phone calls.
Friday: The girls arrive, and our family is whole once more.
oops!! I don’t think the girls will arrive until Saturday. We are taking the looooong way out to Denver. Love, Mom
There’s a short way? We’ll have to look for that one. 🙂
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