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We got into Amherst late yesterday (the 22-to-80 route is 20 miles shorter than the pike, FWIW), no problems. It's nicer driving all day with somebody else in the car.

Today we did some shopping. This place has changed since I lived here. The dead mall has been replaced with storefronts, Walmart and Barnes and Noble and stuff. We found the DDR machine in the Hampshire Mall across the way -- it's not in the arcade, it's in the gym, which rather makes sense.

It turns out that whenever Dee has said in a store "ooh, that's cool, but I'm not going to get it" it means that it should go on my list of potential presents. I thought it just meant that she thought like half the store was bouncy-cool. Oops. Next year I'll get it right. Well, I've built up a respectable little stock of presents for her anyway, and the [REDACTED] and the [REDACTED]s have even arrived in the mail (though my grandmother's Red Meat mug has not, hmm).

The darkroom is choked with clutter, so I may not get to print photos just yet, may give IOUs. Have to wrap everything tomorrow -- it's quicker when it's just popping things in the biohazard bags (these are our reusable wrapping paper, in festive blaze orange), but still.

It's good to be "home". It still feels like a more solid place, in some ways, than any of my apartments, despite all the details changing around and my never sleeping in the same room twice now (except as dictated by the Pigeonhole Principle). If my parents do move to Northampton, I guess the new house will always be the new house to me. They promise it will be big enough to pack the fandamnly in for holiday occasions. They seem to be doing well. An good example of people who have pursued rather different interests and are still happy and fitting together -- not that I was worried personally.

Liza is a great dog and we should take her for a w-a-l-k tomorrow since we didn't get it in today. We need a dog. And a cat. And a pinball machine, a piano, a turret, and, we decided on the way over upon seeing one, a treehouse.

Snow snow snow snow, you.

Date: 2001-12-26 05:34 pm (UTC)
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> (the 22-to-80 route is 20 miles shorter than the pike, FWIW)

Yeah, and if you are going on that route at like 5 in the morning (when we like to try to leave pgh), all the traffic lights are blinking yellow, and there is no traffic, so you can just speed all the way through. :)

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