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No matter where you move, you can count on some things.

1.) You still have to pay taxes....er, umm, yeah, we need to file- there's a little clause we discovered in turbo tax claiming you get 2 months' automatic extension if you are overseas when taxes are due....that's also local lore, so we really put our faith in turbo tax, but what the heck.

2.) Despite careful marking of boxes, you won't be able to find just the thing you need for a couple of years- and usually a week after you've replaced whatever it was. Although, we still haven't found our "antique" (very old, heavy awkward steel ironing board from Aunt Sal- it supports the husband's weight, so he swears by it. I mean everyone needs an ironing board that can support your weight. The new one is flimsy and dangerous, accodring to him.

3.) The Jehovah's Witnesses will find you- and you'll probably be naked when they do. Yes, people, that's right. On Saturday morning- I was upstairs, just out of the shower when the door bell rang. Instantly the calamity started. Skarloey starts barking, the girls start squealing, and I start wondering, "Who could possibly be at our door on Saturday morning?" I mean, if we can count on one thing, it's no drop-in visits. So, I hear Sir Topham Hatt downstairs open the door and a kind, gentle, female voice (in perfect English) asks, "Do you believe the world is in a state of moral decline?" The conversation is off and running, STH being as kind and gracious as he can. He quickly asked her how she found us. Is there some kind of underworld listing that the white-shirted boys on the bicycles have started? No, she is an American married to an Italian. She found out about us by asking the neighbors. They ratted us out! Nice. When we went to the market we were approached by a person with a flyer for a new pet store and 2 additional Italian Witnesses.

It's so good to know you can count on some things.




These are just a few misc. move pictures. We have to be the luckiest family here- we had a French Mom to come and help us unpack and settle in. Here she is with the girls. If it weren't for her, we'd probably still be eating off paper plates...she helped us out sooooo much! It was wonderful and we love her tons. Tu comprends? : )

Classic kids in the boxes fun.
Oh, yeah, the whole move was exhausting

Comments

Anonymous said…
HILARIOUS!

Now don't confuse us with the Mormons - they are known (at least in the States) as the ones on the bikes! We have all kinds of methods here...letters, phone calls, laundry mats...

and the World Wide Web ;^)....
May 16, 2007 at 4:36 PM
Bongo Bear said…
Maybe the Mormons will find you guys next! Hehehe. Yes, there is something mysterious about moving- I hope your trusty antique ironing board will appear. Maybe when it does Sir can use it to sunbathe nude on out back? I think you are on your way to writing a fantastic novel or screenplay from all of these adventures and interesting people you are meeting! The blog is great!! The girls are adorable, I love all of the pics. It was great catching up with you :-)
May 17, 2007 at 2:59 PM
Wishful Knitting said…
Ooops, yep, looks like I got my proselytistic religions mixed up! Thanks for the clarification : )
May 18, 2007 at 2:15 PM
mimi and papa said…
The girls in a box brings back memories of the fun we had using a cardboard box as a roller coaster to ride down the basement steps! Precious photo of the little ones creating their own adventure. You never cease to amaze me with your sense of pure and delightful fun! When your memoir is published, may I accompany you on OPRAH?
May 20, 2007 at 2:06 PM
Anonymous said…
the hair cut looks good!!! c'mon now...
June 7, 2007 at 6:13 PM
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