What One Girl Knows

No progress on those window locks, but Pittsburgh is getting a little better. We've explored a little of the South Side (great old brick buildings, great little restaurants, used bookstores, little thrift stores and such) and drove past the Waterfront (Target - just two miles away from home! An outdoor mall!), which makes us feel better about where we're living. Oh, and there is a Joseph Beth -- my favorite independent bookstore in Kentucky. The kitten now called Ella (and sometimes still Bongo Bongo) is over her cold and working on the worm issue. Piper and Rue are still kind of neurotic, but doing better.

Today is being spent in transit. Jason's mom spent the night with us in Pittsburgh. Which was a great visit -- except she doesn't like driving. So -- we drove the three hours to Dunkirk on Friday night, spent the night, drove three hours to Pittsburgh on Saturday, drove three hours back to Dunkirk this afternoon, and soon will drive three hours back to Pittsburgh. The @*&#*! things we do for mothers. Next week we're obligated to drive six hours to and from Kentucky for an early celebration of my birthday (I'm going to be so old) -- or my Mom has threatened to cry. And supposedly coming to Pittsburgh is out of the question because 1) she bought peanut butter cookies from Kroger, 2) she can only ask her friend to watch the dogs when she's flying somewhere, not driving, and 3) there's nothing to do in Pittsburgh. Which are all awfully strange reasons, in my opinion.

Nina arrives in Pittsburgh Tuesday. She and Jake are supposedly bringing beer to our apartment, to commiserate being away from New York City.