Monthly Archives: February 2010

A strange new world

Mr. French had business in Austin yesterday so we all went with him. We also had to rent a Suburban because our van is in the shop. I thought it would make us feel more like Texans to drive to Austin in a huge SUV, since so many people drive them here.

Earlier in the morning it had been raining pretty hard, making huge wet puddles all over the parking lot and then for a few minutes snow came down with the rain. We enjoyed watching it for a little bit but I had to tell the boys several times that this didn’t mean that there would be any to play in later. It’s not that kind of a place, I said.

We had to pull off the road soon after we left to get the directions from the back of the (huge!) SUV. So while we were waiting, I took it upon myself to document this historic occasion.

This is, in fact, the very storage facility that housed almost 1/4 of all our earthly possessions the entire time we were in France. The other 5/6 were in two different locations in Maryland and then we did actually take some things with us to France. (Those incredibly useful fractions were made up just now by yours truly.)

It was awe-inspiring to be back.

Well, for one of us. One of us is telling me to put the camera away already.

So, I did. And then I promptly forgot to get it out again until after Mr. French’s business was complete and we were headed to a unique little place in Austin that I like to call, Ikea. (I’ll link to it, since you’ve probably never heard of it*.)

So we get to the parking lot and we realize that we’ve never seen one quite like this one.

It was actually empty. We used to be able to see the Ikea in Chicago from the back patio of our 3rd story apartment and I never saw it empty.

This one is so empty that there are only two other cars there. So we drive all the way up to the entrance and see this sign.

It took several minutes for us to believe that it was for real.

And I do mean several minutes with our mouths hanging open.

I mean, I know we just drove through some of the worst overcast conditions we’ve maybe ever been through. But… wait, no we didn’t. We’re from Cleveland. You don’t even need sunglasses in Cleveland!

I get that it snowed, but it wasn’t even freezing. The store was closed? It was in the thirties, but we moved down here when it was in the teens at our house! They closed the store?!

I don’t know, people. Every third vehicle down here is either a pick-up truck or an SUV. Are you telling me you can’t get out in the wet streets in one of those things?

Oh well. I just hope we can keep ourselves from being corrupted by the fear of cold overcast conditions while we’re down here.

We ended up going across the street to peruse the REI store and keep the kids happy. And then we ate supper and went home.

I was going to take a picture of us all standing next to our big Texas Suburban while in Austin, but it was way too cold and overcast for that.

(*Funny story: We were at a New Year’s Eve party in Edinburgh, Scotland when a very posh lady wearing gold colored stilettos and jeans is shocked when I say that Ikea is very popular in the States. They didn’t even know there were Ikeas in the States.)



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hobby |häbē| noun ( pl. -bies) 1 an activity done regularly in one’s leisure time for pleasure

When I changed the name of my blog, Mr. French thought I was exaggerating. I didn’t know it at the time, but he told me that later, when the threat of moving had raised it’s ugly head, again.

And then he apologized and said I was amazing for what I put up with. (Yes, honey, you said it. Or something equally complementary. Although I was pregnant at the time….)

(No, you definitely said it.)

We didn’t even have to move that time. But we moved later. And then did it a couple more times just for the fun of it.*

I don’t even need to tell you how we spent last month, right?

But the question is, where did we move?

I mean, with 50 states to choose from, it’s probably going to be hard to guess.

I’ll give you a hint. We did not fly over the Pacific in our mini-van and rented U-haul trailer.

So you can cross Hawaii right off the list. And you can cross Ohio off too.

I just don’t know how in the world you’re going to figure this out.

*You know I’m kidding, right? I mean the part about “the fun of it”. I never kid about moving.


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