11 years ago B. and I were en route to Wyoming (I'd stuck around so I'd be here for G. when his heart broke.)

Roni got a job! And Fr. Joe, the nice little priest who married Bernadette and Robert, died.

Today Rich wanted to get out there before the dumpster did because he had a lot to do to get ready. I was thinking that there wouldn't be that much to do inside the house, but fine. We got out there and he started using his cute little metal saw to cut up a 12-foot pole. I went into the back room and started packing a trash bag with old binders. The dumpster arrived. We packed up the van with more stuff for the thrift shop and thought that was the last. (We told them it was the last. The bikes from yesterday were already out on sale.) Meanwhile, I'd left a "BRB" note for Gerhard's old boss who had said he wanted to come check out what was left. (Not much.)

Back at the house, Rich was taking wheelbarrowloads of rock through the living room to the dumpster. I was packing more trash bags. The boss came and what he really wanted to do was to help. He collapsed a whole bunch of cardboard boxes. I sorted the old software, some of which Rich plans to try with eBay. The best thing the boss did was to take all the old computers to recycle them, so we didn't have to load up the van and do it ourselves. I reached a stopping place so I sat in the broken office chair and watched.

Our van was loaded with recyclables, and the boss had a whopping full van himself, so we left. We recycled the metal and cardboard, and then went downtown to Ali Baba, a Middle East restaurant. When we went in, there were all the swarthy guys there, and therefore we felt pretty confident that the food was good. (They all had American accents, so I don't think they were terrorists planning their next move!) The neatest thing occurred to me as we walked back to the car. It was so QUIET! I'm pretty sure that once the students are back en masse this won't be true, but there were plenty of people around, and some bike traffic, but I really enjoyed the quiet.

Back at the house, Rich kept on loading rock. Then he started on the wood and discovered 30 or more metal poles behind the air conditioner. He directed some exasperated words Gerhard's way. Loaded them onto the dumpster. Then the rest of the wood (trying to keep it fairly neat so they'll recycle, not just dump it into the landfill.) Then it was time to heft the incredibly heavy industrial reel-to-reel tape machine, and the other electronics that were left. Finally, we started putting in the garbage bags I'd filled.

The boss's help meant we could load our own van and go home, with only one vanload left. We took our helper's aluminum screen door to recycle ourselves. I hope no neighbor decides to add an illegal TV or something to the dumpster! We aren't going to have to go back tomorrow and Friday, just Friday. Yay!

ObGoe: The Truth about HCI. (Himself was held up at gunpoint in Vancouver)

And: this. Pity, he liked Susan Sarandon.

This attorney seems a little unclear on the concept.

I was watching the news and they show an apple harvest at Yosemite to keep the bears from going to Curry Village. I remember when Bernadette's class was there in October of 1987, there was a bear in one of the trees, just noshing away. I suppose it's dangerous, but it was really neat!