Bono and the Prince of Monaco

Tom and I may be stuck in our routines, the cats are working hard at sleeping 20 hours a day, but both C and B are out and about.

Cullen's move last weekend went well, or at least that's the report I got. He and Tom even had the fun of gerryrigging a ramp to drop a refrigerator through a door that had about 1/4 inch of clearance, or something like that. Those of you with long memories can note that Tom has now officially broken a rule that he made after moving a refrigerator up a flight of stairs for Ed in Clinton NY— the rule being that he would never again move a refrigerator. I don't put addresses out on the Internet, but Cullen is now in Bethesda, closer to a Metro, near the new County swim center and some great bike trails, and about 20 minutes closer to an occasional Sunday dinner.

Meanwhile, Bridget is touring (working) in Monaco, trying to find the perfect spot (and weather) to film an advertisment. This came from her Blackberry on Wednesday:

This morning we drove up into the mountains to Menton D'Utelle, a picturesque nunnery. As we drove the rain started and we literally drove up into the clouds. The nunnery is also an Inn. The woman who runs the Inn made us lunch, some sort of pate, then some sort of vegetable goulash, and then lamb over noodles. It rained all day and the fog never moved away. After waiting til 3pm we called it a day and headed back to the hotel.

The drivers here are extreme and the roads are narrow. I did manage to convince our driver to drive us thru Monte Carlo last night on the way back to the hotel. The Christmas lights are fantastic! Monaco is clean and shiny even at night. The driver said the ratio of people to police is 4:1. The Palace where the Prince of Monaco rules/lives is stunning in the night light. The "yachts" in the harbour in Monaco are the size of cruise ships. The largest one in the harbour is owned by a weapons dealer—at least that is what I was told. We also drove by where Bono (U2 singer) has a house.

And because it wouldn't be a blog without a picture, here's a winter shot from the past. This would be the hill up behind the house on the Heights in Little Valley, and obviously that is Tom and Bridget (in one of gramma's hats?) checking out something frozen in the snow.