Back at Dads for the moment

Tonight's blog entry is being written back at my dad's house in New Hampshire. Why, you may ask, did Marianne leave her new apartment on the very day she got an actual bed to sleep in? Well my new neighborhood - the North End - has been having electrical related fires and explosions under the streets nearby where I live. Not only does it petrify me to see flames shooting out of manhole covers 2 streets away (given my present circumstances) but it has also knocked out all the electricity in the neighborhood.

Now my apartment (with barely any furniture, no Internet, and no cable) is boring enough WITH electricity. I couldn't bear to sit in the dark with no a/c on a 90 degree night. So Miss Molly and I fled to dear old dad's house for one more night of suburbia.

Luckily, I believe the fires are out (for now anyway) - and my new place is in no danger of burning to the ground. But still! Talk about weird coincidences! My friends at work were teasing me by calling me "Firestarter." heh. They're so not funny. :) I'm just hoping the awesome Italian pastery shop on the street where the explosions/fires were (Mike's Pasteries) hasn't suffered any damage. After all, where else am I going to get my beloved eclairs? Mmmmmm. (I'm going to get soo fat living in the North End - for those of you who don't know, it's the Italian section of Boston and home to some of the best restaurants in New England!)

Anyway - I can't write without sending out one more thank you to all of you who have been sending me stuff by mail. It's so fun to go to my PO Box every morning - like Christmas! It really makes this whole experience so much more bearable. And the thoughtfulness of the gifts blows my mind. You guys have sent the most amazing things. Every package I open makes me smile. I love you all!

Til tomorrow!
Marianne