Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel


change in plans

With all of the drinking that my brother and I did in Europe, neither of us had any wine. The amount of time that we were in France was too limited to look for any and we never did get around to sampling the wine in Venice. From what we could see it was both plentiful and cheap, but it just never happened. Good old fashioned beer was enough for us.


When I went to get the key from my parents so that I could do my laundry from the trip, I saw something that I wasn't expecting to see. Both my brother's car and his girlfriend's car were parked in the driveway. From what I knew they were supposed to have moved on Sunday. Apparently something went wrong and I didn't know what that might be.

When I stepped into the house, all was quiet. Then as I was eating some breakfast my brother's girlfriend came downstairs and told me what had happened. It seems that the rental truck that they had reserved had never arrived on Sunday and ruined all of their plans for the day. Suddenly I was caught in the aftermath of some irritated people.

I was hoping that it would be a quiet afternoon where I could do my laundry as I showed my photos from the trip and then I'd leave for home. Instead I ended spending the entire day there as they struggled to get a moving truck. When they finally did get one, I helped them load it up for the move.

I'm not really complaining. Helping them load the truck wasn't that much trouble. It just wasn't what I had expected when I went over there to visit.

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