Wednesday, 11 December 2013

From showroom to shambles, quicker than you can say Garrett Robinson!

I'm guessing this will be the last WWF post from our old headquarters, and we will go for a walk in this post — but first, a few shots from our disappearing digs.

Garrett Robinson, by the way, is our realtor .... wonderful guy, been at this forever ... worked his patootie off for us, and stoutly earned his commission.

Boxes, boxes, everywhere:

Paul looking beat (as in Ginsberg and tired)

Paul's dad built these shelves. They've lived in about 37 different places.

Poor Freddie doesn't know what the hell is going on.

Walks are about the only normal part of his day these days. So let's go ...

On our way to the storage place to buy more boxes (i.e. not completely normal)

Behind the Billboard

Spot the dog!

Ha ... this business again

Nicer business: lines and light

Here we are at the storage place, aaand ..... closed!

"Too bad, so sad," says Freddie. "Let's go to the park."

In the Thick of It


And to wrap up: working pup at play!

Next post from the Heart of Nofo! Have a great week, everyone!

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