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So here's my life for the next week:

Thursday, 4 August:
4:30 Get home, find out what new disasters have happened in the rebuilding of our apartment, mail SECOND copy of rental agreement to landlord in Germany. gnash teeth. Go running to forget all this.
5:30 Pack, cook dinner
7:30 Grace gets home, hot and sweaty from day of planting trees
7:45 Dinner
9:00 Consume vast quantities of ice cream with assorted friends.
11:00 (we hope): My brother appears with enormous U-haul full of his stuff. Find place to PARK said U-haul. Move dresser from U-haul to bedroom; replace with the one that we currently have. Install brother on couch in room that's being rebuilt (hopefully...)

Friday:
7:30 Heave self out of bed. Persuade brother to do likewise. Get on the road.
9:00 Eat enormous breakfast at O'Rourke's in Middletown.
Drive to Maine. Or rather Dan drives.

Friday-Saturday: Meet up with parents. Stay up til 2 AM cleaning EVERYTHING out of family house. Hold enormous tag sale for some of it; put rest in U-haul.

Sunday, 7 Aug: Drive U-haul south to Portland. Hope brother has apartment. Grace joins us to move Dan into the apartment (if it exists) and put everything else in storage or Dad's girlfriend's house. Collapse.

Monday: Drive back to CT, making stopover at Grace's godparents' summer house to relax. Dinner with Grace's family; say goodbye to crazy sisters-in-law, before one of them decamps to London.
People I know moving to Europe is getting to be a theme. I wonder why...

Tuesday: Frantic last-minute packing, clean out carrel.

Wednesday: Throw last things in bags. Take Connecticutt Limo to JFK. Fly to Germany.


So if you're wondering why you don't hear from me between now and whenever, you'll know why!