Pretty.

You know, there's something really nice about being able to open the blinds in the morning and look out on all that lush, glorious green.

I'm awake. I'm at work, and about to actually start counting time and doing work things. But I wanted to say first, it's absolutely glorious out there. Even in the pale early-morning-cloudy light, the colors were so rich, so brilliant. It rained last night, you see, and everything is wet.

Just. Gorgeous. Driving to work, the country road I take to the freeway, the hills all wreathed in fog. The view over the pasture as I ate my cereal this morning. So pretty.

Of course, I'm awfully glad I wasn't working on sealing the deck yet. If I had been, I'd've checked the forecast, but who knows if it was accurate. Everything got soaked, whee! I love living here.

And now to take the document of changes I put together last night, and back out the ones I want to back out.

Home, home, home, home, home.

This is so cool. We have just a few things to bring over tomorrow, and a lot of cleaning, and we're moved.

I love my parents, my parents rock. They and their truck have been/are being a marvelous help.

The house is lovely; I can already navigate it, in the dark, at night, half-asleep, with my glasses off. Mind you, I can't find most of my possessions yet in that state, but the key ones I can. (The rest? Are still packed. I defy anyone to dig through boxes with that little cue as to what's what, I don't intend to try it.)

It's so pretty here. I love the view, if anything, more than when I first saw it. And the way the computer room is set up? Scott and I, at our machines, site back ot back with the window on one side of us. Which is really nice.

So very comfortable here. I'm home. I'm home, I'm home.

Now to unpack it all. I'll try to start tomorrow with the dishes, I need those boxes again - more dishes to come, after all. (The china, which is basically going into storage for now, and a few dirty glasses I didn't haul in the last load.) Not so many, I guess.

I was going to shop in Tualatin on my way home from work, on a regular basis. Or go down Boones Ferry and shop at Albertson's or Nature's (depending on what I needed). Man, these options suck. The stores? Great. Tualatin yields a Fred Meyer's and a Haggen - the Haggen is excellent. Albertson's is good, and Nature's for the occasional specialty item.

However. They involve going down Boones Ferry, or taking the Tualatin exit. At rush hour. Um. These are way popular routes. Boones Ferry leads down to the freeway and is a 25 or 30-mph zone all along the length I'd have to drive. Tualatin? Rapidly-growing bedroom community not too much further outta the city proper than Tigard, near to the 205, and with good shopping. Needless to say, the exit is hell. The backup for it at rush hour damned near climbs the on-ramp from the previous road, seems like. Not literally, but not really that far off either, come to think of it.

Still, I prefer that to the grocery store here in Wilsonville. What a nightmare maze that place is. I wanna meet the person who designed it and lecture them about psyche experiments and ethics committees. ;)