1. home.

This marks my first entry in this year’s big National Blog Posting Month — NaBloPoMo, as you’ve heard before. At the start of 2008, the NaBloPoMo organizers announced they were taking their efforts monthly, instead of reserving them for November, as they had done in the past.

I’ve tried two other months this year, and was successful once. I haven’t even looked to see if there’s a theme for this month, but I guess it doesn’t matter. We’re going to give it a whirl again.

One caveat: I’m not yet certain when the Comcast folks will be visiting, so I can give them outrageous sums of money in exchange for Internet and television services. That’s my way of saying I could be without regular access for the first few days of November, which would limit me to posting from my iPhone. I’ll still post, but they’ll be kind of short. OK?

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And as I hinted above, we’re someplace different, as of Friday evening.

We’re home.

That is, we’re in our new house. We still have probably a day’s worth of moving the last few things from the apartment in Butler down to the house in Brighton Heights — as well as a little cleaning to do before we hand over the keys to what’s been my home for the last 15 years.

But we’re here. It’s official.

There will be adjustments all around, but this will be most difficult for Miles, our cat. Besides a brief stay in the Indiana County Humane Society shelter, he has had no other home besides the Butler apartment. We got tired of that place, but to him, it meant absolute security. And now he’s someplace completely different, and for good. He was terrified when I first let him out of the carrier, hiding in the corner behind what was a favorite chair of his at his previous home.

But I eventually talked him into coming out, first just to sit on my lap and then to explore a bit. I even got him to walk upstairs for the first time, and his curiosity overwhelmed his apprehension. He’s now curled up under the bed in the guest room, happy with that degree of protection from whatever it is he’s worried about.

He’ll be fine. So will we. Our neighbors are fantastic — the wife of the cop across the street bought us a cake from the Lincoln Bakery in Bellevue, and when I arrived tonight, I found that the 94-year-old woman I met a couple weeks ago had dropped off what appears to be a very nice bottle of wine with a note welcoming us to the street.

I should also note that the neighbors — I’m not sure which one — are also generous with their wi-fi. I certainly appreciate it tonight, but I won’t need to take further advantage of their generosity once the nice people at Comcast get us set up.

I hope that won’t take too long.