Off We Go

In just a couple of hours, the Family Blackrock will be in the minivan and off to a place that is not Blackrock, but will be our new home.

It's about a five-hour drive. I'm not looking forward to the long drive for obvious reasons that I can spell out for you if want me to: Cubby, Charlie, and Jack.

Earplugs might be a good idea.

Anyway.

We're meeting our landlady at our furnished rental house so she can give us the keys, show me around, and make sure we're not a pack of feral animals that's going to destroy her home and its furnishings. A. is the only one of the family she's met so far. It's going to be my job, apparently, to reassure her that only three-fifths of us are feral, and that I have control over those rogue elements of the family that might, say, kick a hole in the wall above the bed (Charlie).

Obviously, any impression of control I might give is illusory, but I'm still dressing the kids in collared shirts and khakis, because I can at least make an effort to make a good first impression.

Honestly, though, I'll be happy if they're not shrieking hysterically when we all pile out of the van after the long drive.

Catch you on the other side, my lovelies.