The phone wakes me at 10:30ish, but they
hang up by the time I reach it. I drowsily check
e-mail, there was a message from my
sister-in-law (actually my
brother-in-law's
sister,
some people seem to think that "
sister-in-law" is
nonsensical if I have no
brothers) to the effect, "sorry for the
short notice, I will be
moving furniture in around 10AM tomorrow". But the e-mail is dated today, so that must mean tomorrow she's moving in. OK.
No, it doesn't mean that at all. It was written in the
wee hours of Saturday, when "tomorrow" could still reasonably refer to the
not-so-wee hours of Saturday. I learn this at 11:15, when she arrives with my brother-in-law and his friends, a
moving van, and jeez! that's
a lot of furniture for one person to have...
When all is moved in, we
smoke a little in the
attic, after which everyone goes away. Quiet time. My sister (through whom I have inherited this sister-in-law) invites me for
dinner, and offers to let me use their
washer and dryer. Hooray! I skip a
laundromat adventure! In exchange, I try to get Internet Exploiter 5 installed on their computer. Over dinner they tell me about their
ghost, which they have both seen, and which they believe their son, my
nephew, has also seen (he doesn't speak
complete sentences, and maybe he had a
Scooby Doo nightmare; it's hard to tell). See "
My First Exorcism".
Fighting with
IE5 bring me to the wee hours of Sunday,
February 21, 2000.