Sunday, August 10, 2008

Parting Shots

I'm actually somewhat surprised at how nostalgic I'm getting about leaving Richmond. Will miss the ample parking, lack of traffic, and generally friendly folks. Will definitely miss my neighborhood, where I know everybody and talk to them all the time. Will also miss, in no particular order: Blue Jays, Carolina Wrens, Red Bellied Woodpeckers, Carolina Chickadees, Red Squirrels (though I don't really know yet what color the squirrels are in California), the ground hog that hangs out on our back porch, Fiditch the Golden Retriever who lives down the street (yes, he's named after the Scotch), Frank the pug who lives up the street (yes, he's named after the pug in Men in Black), and Cuddles, the mutt two houses down who barks her head off at everything.

Here are a few odds and ends from the last few days:

Baby animal rescue fun never stops at HELP the Animals. These are baby possums in a cat carrier.

Mort is never too upset, as long as there's still a patch of sun to lie in.

It's astonishing how much stuff we have. This is only one section of one room - we have boxes EVERYWHERE.

Regardless of the chaos that surrounds her, Peteena reigns supreme.

1 comment:

BrianY said...

+1 on ample parking (though so far it's not any more difficult on Seventh Street than it was on Glenwood in Chgo).

The substitutes on your bird list appear to be Steller's Jays, Bewick's Wrens, Lewis's Woodpeckers, and Chestnut-backed Chickadees, though of course none of these seems to hang out in our neighborhood. The only neighborhood observations I've had thus far are hummingbirds, which is pretty darn cool, but I can't tell which species yet. DK about squirrels, as I haven't noticed any.

I'm also missing free wifi within walking distance--there's a very cool coffee house three or four blocks away, but inexplicably, they don't provide access to the tubes. I'm posting this from home, by means of a stolen/borrowed connection that hasn't been available previously.

I did manage to find the nearest Trader Joe's last night, by repeated trial and error in the endless mall purgatory of Emeryville. I think I might be able to make it back there again, but no promises.