One point of frustration in the Berea area is the prevailing local speed limit -- a pokey 35 mph on the main roads and a super-slow-mo 25 mph on the local streets. Since driving is the only way to get around, I suppose I'll be spending a fair amount of time crawling along at thay pokey pace.

It may or may not be more frustrating than driving in and around Tuckahoe. I don't drive very much any more in New York -- I haven't worked in Westchester since 1993. That means I've been taking the train every workday for some 13 years (and I can tell many more tales of frustration). This weekend I did a lot of driving, taking care of several little errands that I'd been neglecting.

Talk about frustrating: every traffic light in Tuckahoe seemed to be synchronized to change to red as I approached. It was utterly infuriating. Main Street in Tuckahoe has traffic lights that I swear are set by sadists. I kept hearing Alane's voice mocking me, repeating back to me what I would always mutter as we drove around:

It's all red lights in this town.

And indeed it is.

Friday, representatives from three different moving companies will come to our Tuckahoe apartment to size up our belongings and prepare price estimates. Once I get their quotes, I'll know how big a bonfire I need to have.