So. We’re moving. Really, officially, finally after 2 months of banking hell. There are so many posts i want to blog right now, but all my mental energy is going toward not losing my mind while we clean and pack up the apartment.
For now, here’s a picture of what’s left on my desk (a zone that’s usually a chaos of papers and overdue library books):
What’s significant enough in my life right now that i want to pack it myself so it doesn’t get lost in a sea of boxes over the next few weeks? Friends of Dennis stuff, my WordPress book (because i need to work on the FoD website), and my books for syntax class. Also the flowchart of how we’re dealing with our possessions (e.g., pack vs. get rid of), advice from a friend on picking a new broadband service, my clipboard with my To Do list, and a graphical representation of my current mood.
Since we’re moving a little west of where we are now, i’ve been hashtagging my Twitter gripes as #IntoTheWest. Fun for everyone!
When Andy and i visited friends in Boston last September, i mentioned at one point that Andy had long hair and a goatee when we met. Since he’s clean-shaven and close-cropped these days, our friends found it hard to believe.
Well. One finds the most wonderful things when one is packing to move.
Behold, Andy at 20:
OH, EXCUSE ME. I have been informed that this picture must also be posted:
So sciency. So sexy. Tho’, to be fair, i thought lab coats were really, really sexy until i met an actual real life working lab coat. A lab coat that’s been used for actual science is, as you can see from Andy’s sleeve, fucking nasty. We still haven’t gotten rid of his lab coat, because i’m not sure what proper hazmat disposal would be.
Another great day on Twitter:
And then littlebutfierce brought me to tears of laughter with this horrible reminder:
I used to have a WordPress plugin that would archive my tweets daily, and i really miss that. Putting this series here for posterity.
“White anarchist punk bros, GET THEE BEHIND ME” is my new rallying cry.
This pin was Gma Kelly’s. It’s one of the first things i acquired from her jewelry collection when Gpa Kelly insisted i look it over.
The weekend in Seattle was dismally rainy and very windy. Yesterday was much calmer and more pleasant. Today is dreadful again. I’m wearing a dress i usually like and which i pair with my beloved blue platform shoes; but going to class and back i’m slopping around in knee-high wellington boots, and sitting in the classroom staring at the fabric of this dress i’m coming to the conclusion that that it’s probably time to bid this 20-year-old garment good-bye because it’s too prone to wrinkling and i’m tired of taking 30 minutes to iron it.
Then class is finished and i’m wrapping myself up in my scarf layers for the trek across campus in the chilly rain. And what do i do?
I gash my thumb across the sharp top of this pin. Not a huge gouge, but it’s bigger than a scratch and it bled and it requires a bandage for the time being.
Just that sort of day where even beloved things scratch you when you’re least expecting it.
Well you’re NOT.
5 December 2013 |
10:30 pm | diary
We’re going to a potluck holiday party tomorrow and the dish we were planning to make tonight fell thru’ pretty spectacularly because someone (named Wrdnrd) forgot to look at the ingredient list before 8:55pm and it turns out we’re missing THREE ingredients. Ooops. So it’s back to ye olde standby — snickerdoodles.
Just as i’m finishing up the last sheet i realize the cinnamon/sugar mix is getting really thin. For the last half-dozen cookies it was mostly just sugar, but it wasn’t worth the time and effort to make more cinnamon/sugar mix. Also, i’m really tired.
me: “Well, the last few are going to be coated with just sugar, but people can suck it. … Oh, that sounds mean. What would Gordon Ramsay say?”
Andy: “Gordon Ramsay would say, ‘People can suck it.’”