Best

My brain remains in need of recuperation, rehab beginning slowly, with this very commercial post. Consider it a love letter to professionalism. No one is paying me, appreciation simply bubbles up.

First, the best Indian, perhaps the best (unqualified) restaurant in Boston, India Quality. We ate there our next to last evening, with great feeling. Nourishment, subtle, powerful flavors and textures, chicken masala, tea spiced with cinnamon and cardamon, Royal Nan worth the appellation. We were, as always, treated with gentle care. The owner came to ask us where we had been, amazing to think oneself missed at a restaurant, we hadn't realized we'd not been for a while. We regretfully told him this was our last supper with them. At the end of the meal, a kind of iced halva with pistachio dessert was bestowed upon us, a gift for we who would not be back. We walked home feeling blessed, our spiritual ache salved, our bodies eased.

D did his research on movers, this time. Unlike when I arranged movers three years ago for the trip out, recommended on my Traveling RN company site. They dithered, were difficult to reach, finally deserted us completely. We apparently got off easy compared to others who received their ridiculous disservices. The Moovers were sublime. Easy to reach, forthcoming and thorough, Moovers Inc.. showed up five minutes early, with transparent procedures, friendly and competent. The local assistant picked up and shifted our full file cabinet like it was a box of fluffed pillows. On the other end, they again showed up on time, under budget, (About $300 less than estimated) again cheerful. Nothing broke that could not be readily put down to my lapses in packing (a mug in the corner of a box, completely unpadded. Whoops.) If you find yourself moving across the North American continent, find these guys.

Finally, I just stopped over at Alembic, who fears blogging because of the evil spammers. Such as I have had remarkably little trouble with. Oh, a spate here and there, and I stomp on them fast and hard. I get more on my email, and my isp and various Mac filters and firewalls keep most of the crap out. Which does not explain why this blog has been so resistant so far. I suspect, working nearly invisibly, Spam Poison has been doing it's job.

Thanks for all your kind words as I have belabored the cold wet miseries of moving. Yeah, like I'm done. More stories to be told. They are germinating at the moment, needful of warm and dark quiet.

Moby has deemed life acceptable, as birds squabbled just outside his window this morning. "Oh, dude, you didn't tell me there'd be birds!"