Oh, yeah, one more picture... call this "She's Leaving Home Redux" -- Jill has moved into a house in a more rural township than ours
(but only about five minutes to an I-95 on-ramp, so it shouldn't take her
any longer to get to school) -- she's sharing the house with group of students,
including her friend Lia. She doesn't know if she can stay past this semester
because one of the original renters is taking this semester off but may
return in January. It's a fairly nice house (in fact, when I was trying
to find a house for rent in Rhode Island back in '95, to stay in for a
year or so while we either found the perfect house to buy or had one built,
I would have been really tempted by a house like this one) -- the picture
shows Jill and Eli (her boyfriend) and Nancy going in the side door.
|Jeremy (like many other males in his age bracket) enjoys fixing up his
ride. He had already upgraded the speakers in his car, now he is adding
a big subwoofer and very powerful amplifier. That is some serious heavy
duty wiring he is running. The second picture shows the inside of his trunk
("boot" to those of you who drive on the left side of the road).
He says he has been able to fit the spare tire back in there, but I've
not had the chance to see how he managed that.
He was installing his latest toys and I had come outside to take a few
pictures of this, when we noticed that one of our neighbors was having
his driveway resealed (i.e., having a fresh coat of driveway sealant applied).
This is something that I had been considering for the past year or so (this
driveway having been installed in 1995, it was showing signs of needing
it done) but I had done that with our driveway when we lived in Binghamton
and I remembered what a pain it was as a do-it-yourself project. One of
the workers came over and offered a deal on resealing ours. I hesitated
only long enough to walk over and look at what they were doing at our neighbor's
driveway (knowing about crooks who drive around making sales pitches for
driveway jobs and then spraying them with old motor oil) and was able to
establish that they were doing the real thing.
So now our driveway has been resealed -- which should protect it for several
more years -- and I didn't have to break my back trying to spread driveway
sealer with a pushbroom. Which leads to the third picture -- while the
driveway was being resealed, we had my car, Jeremy's car and Nancy's car
parked on the street in front of the house and when they finished, I pulled
my car forward to block the driveway. After Jill came home I realized that
all four cars were lined up and went out to take a picture. Two Toyotas
(mine and Nancy's) and two Hondas (Jill & Jeremy).
Jeremy works in a pizza restaurant. Since he has no classes on Fridays,
he worked from 11 a.m. until 4 in the afternoon, then drove up to New Hampshire
to visit friends, returning to Rhode Island to go to work at 4 Saturday
afternoon. (He would then work until after 2 a.m. -- then work Sunday afternoon
until after the 2 a.m. closing again -- and then work again on Monday from
4 until past 2 a.m.) So, Saturday night Nancy suggested that we pick up
a pizza, giving us a chance to see him and say "hi."
This is the pizza he persuaded us to try: thin crust (very nicely thin
and crunchy on the edges) with pepperoni, green peppers and olives (with
a touch of hot sauce added to the tomato sauce) and it was delicious. As
you can see, Nancy and I had each consumed a slice before I thought to
take a picture. Nancy usually eats two slices of pizza but she startled
herself by splitting this one 50-50 with me (four slices each).