Since our stuff got here ahead of schedule, the movers began early Monday on Memorial Day. We met the van at the bottom of the hill in our neighborhood, where they had already begun transferring everything into a smaller shuttle truck to run up the rest of the way to our house:
I joined my Peeps for a lunch break. Their first meal on their deck (which around here is called a portal)! Best of all, lots of bits of ham and bacon dropping off of their sandwiches. Good thing I was around to help clean up the floor, huh?
About 10 hours later, the movers had all left, and the house started getting quiet. My Peeps left me here to guard and protect the place while they went next door for a neighborhood Memorial Day get-together. They got to look down and see the house from a little higher up:
Someone probably said something like "Get a room!" They laughed, and just pointed next door, where I had already found my room:
Today (and the next week or two) is gonna be another unpacking day, and lots more visitors! Mom & Dad have already told me that it's probably a good day to stay in my crib. Seems I'm already getting a reputation around these parts.
Daisy Jones-Klein, The Bark of the West