Final countdown

We made it to Paris and back without a hitch. I have to admit, it was harder to be a tourist this time. I was really tired! We took the metro more than we'd planned, took it easy the last few days, and had fun. The weather was beautiful, in the 70s and 80s. I rarely breaks 72 here in Århus, so that felt spectacular. It was a good last trip.

Now we're back in Denmark, and counting the days until the Big Move Home. I've shipped one large box home, and several more should follow. Post-docs don't get moving expenses, so I'm trying to sort through as much of our stuff as possible, and bring only what we really need. Old socks, underwear and t-shirts will be left behind!

Our plane tickets are for July 20. We should fly into Buffalo at midnight, and we'll be with my parents until August 1. Either that day or the first weekend of the month, we'll move to Rochester. We have an apartment by Locust Hill Golf Course. It's not where I wanted, or exactly what I wanted, but at least we'll have an apartment for the next year. We're currently hoping to aquire the PT Cruiser from my Aunt's estate (not what I'd chose, but the price is right), so we should have one pair of wheels for the both of us. It's enough to get started.

I'm anxiously waiting to get my Hunny back. She's still going strong, even on three legs. She has to take steroids every day, but if we can't be home for several days at a time we can give her an injection. She has had some problems with her teeth, so we've had to switch her to soft cat food some of the time, but she seems to be able to go back at forth. All the better for her. According to my parents, she's become quite the lap cat, and spends her days following my dad around or sleeping in the sun. I think she'll make the adjustment to life with us fine. Our new apartment will have a balcony for her to snooze on.

I'm a little more worried about John's cat. He's been living the farm life for three years, and is accustomed to going outisde. He can't do that where we'll be living, and he can't cry to go out, and he's a realy whiner. I'm hoping we can make this work.

Next week I have my first (and last) prenatal appointment in Denmark, and a sonongram scheduled at the hospital. We should know the gender then. I can't wait. John and I are sick of saying "she . . . or he" every time we refer to The Baby. I can't wait to find out.

Everyone enjoy a little sun for me! I certainly won't miss these cool Danish summers!