\nWell, the move is over. Sort of. I’m still unpacking boxes, but things are starting
\nto settle down. We did some cleaning at the old house last afternoon with some
\nserious chemicals. That is, chemicals for cleaning, not chemicals for making the
\ncleaning process seem less burdensome.\n<\/p>\n
\nFortunately, my abortive career as a condensed-matter physicist ended up making me a \nThe funny thing about moving is that every time you think you’ve packed up all the \nOh yeah, New Years: I had a very nice time at the Smith-Holy residence. (Not<\/em>
\nlittle more sanguine about dealing with harsh household cleansers. For example, take HF acid,
\nwhich will almost immediately start leaching the calcium from your bones. Now that’s<\/em>
\na hazardous chemical. Or photoresist, which (depending on the variety you use) can be
\na highly dangerous mutagen, carcinogen, and
\nteratogen<\/a>.
\n(Yes, I had to look up that word when I first saw it on the label.)
\nAnyway, as for household chemicals — bleach, Raid, weedkiller — bah! Milk of Magnesia,
\nas far as I’m concerned.\n<\/p>\n
\nstuff, you open another cabinet or closet and look — more stuff! (So that’s<\/em>
\nwhere Dave Smith’s staple gun disappeared to…) Eventually you
\nend up fighting over who should take what. I even got talked into taking an
\nold couch and a coffee table. Maybe all this extra furniture will lead to having
\nextra visitors.\n<\/p>\n
\nthe Holy-Smith residence, as previously discussed<\/a>.)
\nWe had some good wine and danced to some techno. (Or, I lurched around to the music
\nin my own off-rhythm way, content that only my friends could see how silly I was
\nbeing.) After midnight, we went out to the balcony and sang songs, as obnoxiously
\nas possible. It turns out that Nancy and Don know most of the songs to
\nGigi<\/a>, and Nancy and I managed a
\nstunning rendition of “I Remember It Well”. At least, I thought we were
\nstunning at the time.\n<\/p>\n