Hey Li–thanks for the welcome! I’m south, you’re north–but we’ll meet in the middle somewhere.
Author: Timothy Yu
An exhausting day of unpacking. It’s hot and everybody is cranky, even the dogs; Jackie (Robin’s mom’s dog) barks at Terra every time she picks up a toy. We’d tried to settle the situation by giving them each one, but now Jackie barks any time Terra picks up either. They’ve also become competitive eaters: Terra ate both her food and…
Insert “Unpacking My Library” quote here.
Still feeling a bit like I’m laying low here in Chicago–haven’t called any of my friends here, kind of skulking around the edges of the U of Chicago campus like I really don’t belong there, which I don’t. Made my first inroads toward legitimacy today, though: we dropped into the library to get me a “partner” library card: no picture,…
Misty’s Restaurant Lincoln, Nebraska, 8/30/03 Right next to the camping there’s a half-mile Downtown, east on the ninth street over, Exit 101B. Another quarter-mile West and you can see the seventh Seal breaking the speed limit. It’s a 65-40 minimum split Between the country inn and its suits, a fair Field of fire at the state fair. Park Your car…
Now blogging to you from the middle of a different empty floor… The phone service finally got turned on last night, before which I was having this floaty feeling of total (ha) disconnection–all these things I felt I needed to do but was sure I couldn’t if I couldn’t make a phone call, get online, whatever. The furniture won’t arrive…
Good morning from Kearney, Nebraska! About to hit the road again.
Dog barking at an empty apartment. Have slept three hours the past two days. Chicago, here we come!
For the curious, here’s our itinerary: Wednesday: to Reno Thursday: Reno to Salt Lake City Friday: Salt Lake to Cheyenne, Wyoming Saturday: Cheyenne to Omaha, Nebraska Sunday: Omaha to Chicago I hear a rumor that Jim and I may cross paths in Nebraska…there he is, an amber wave of grain.
Another sweaty moving day, boxes piled to the ceiling and blocking out the sun. The dog barometer says let’s go out all the time and then go out again. Still one last library book that I can’t find, damn it. Need to settle my earthly accounts. They’re coming at 8 am tomorrow to clean us out. Then it’s Reno, here…