the things go in the boxes and the boxes go in the place

We’re moving today, by which I mean that three nice men are coming to put a bunch of rectangular cardboard prisms in a truck and take them to a new, entirely unsuspecting place. We have carefully hidden our most precious belongings inside these cardboard prisms, in hopes that they will not be noticed, and thereby end up in said new house.

We packed yesterday, by which I mean that seven very nice friends — to wit: Madhava, Kate, Chelsea, Mr. Chelsea, Emily, Stuart, and Vlad — came and helped us hide our possessions as described above. Emily arrived quite directly after her return from Ottawa, for which we were proud to award her a special Sleeman trophy. (But not a glass, because we had to pack all the glasses.) The best available information also indicates that Matej was able to breathe again after leaving our dusty and cat-hairy premises. So that’s nice for him.

Vlad and Stuart have been here for almost two weeks now, watching time-to-movers decrease at a signficantly faster rate than things-in-boxes increased. Hell, for a while we weren’t sure about the movers-booked milestone at all. They’re going to get to enjoy the fruits of their labours as they become our first guests in the new house, some scant hours from now. To commemorate the occasion we have acquired a new guest bed, to be put in the room-that-is-not-a-nursery-stop-it-already.

There may also be cake.

several thousand words

I finally got around to posting the pictures that Madhava took for us of our new house.

getting my brag on

On Monday morning I flew to California for a workshop and a bevy of meetings, as I do on a fair number of Monday mornings lately. While I was in a meeting Monday afternoon, my wife was busy buying us a house. She was ably assisted by our great agent and the inestimably friendly other Mike, but I was tremendously proud that she was able to juggle the large sums of money, competitive bidding strategy, myriad paperwork and general waiting-and-wondering without missing a beat. If ever you have to buy a house while travelling, I highly recommend her services. (That link to will probably rot relatively quickly; I’ll have to get Madhava to take some photos of the new place to replace it.)

On Tuesday, she put all that behind her, donned her Super Librarian hat, and taught a few hundred lucky U of T med students about how to properly search, research, and I suppose reresearch, as part of their Determinants of Community Health class. By all accounts — admittedly, relayed through a somewhat giddy Tyla — she did a bang-up job, which of course surprises nobody but possibly her. And all that on what some might consider to be rather short notice.

I couldn’t be prouder, I have to say. And she’s all mine! Nyah-nyah.