"We" have been accepted to graduate school at the University of Texas in Austin. Also, we have been accepted in student housing, so is move time from one student housing to another student housing.
We had to leave the Mutt behind, but one of the neighbors who had fallen in love with him asked to take him. Gladly! But I did miss him. He was quite a character.
Big difference in the accomodations, though. These were also converted barracks, but they were two-story. Bedrooms and bathroom upstairs. This time we qualified for three bedrooms, so Stan had a room all to himself for his study/den.
We had no furniture to speak of with us. In El Paso we "made do" with orange crates, a trunk, and bedroom and baby furniture. After we went to Austin, Stan's mother sent us our upholstered furniture, and a few other things. So we actually had something that looked like a home. There was also THE PICTURE to hang on the wall. (When did I write about that? Don't remember. If you want to know about it, go on back and read until you find it. If you don't want to, that's ok, too.) The living room wall was painted a gawdawful pink, so I got a gallon of white paint almost immediately to take care of that particular ugliness!
There were four apartments per building, and the building we were in faced a very busy street. There was a small patch of grass between the building and sidewalk, and an even smaller patch between the sidewalk and the curb.
Our neighbors to the left turned out to be a problem. Very noisy. I think there was some spousal abuse going on. Fortunately, they didn't stay very long.
I got acquainted with the women in the apartments on both ends. The one next door was the president of the "faculty wives club." A misnomer, actually, because it was student wives club. Why the name, I never figured out. The other woman ended up being my babysitter when I went to work--but about that later.
Irene and Woody turned out to be our best buddies while we were in Austin. Woody spent a lot of time playing driveway mechanic, and of course, Stan had to join him. Beer was the refreshment of choice. Irene and I did what wives and mothers do. But our choice of refreshment was lemonade.
So, anyway, we're pretty much settled in, classes are starting, and life goes on. More of Austin will follow.
Shalom.