Month: March 2008

My brain hurts

Rotating 4D hypercube.

I’m out of the old apartment and have turned in my keys.  I am getting my whole deposit back – less the carpet cleaning – so I am really happy and I called Katie to split it with her because it simply wouldn’t have happened without her. 

Now I have four evenings to entirely bust ass on unpacking, dejunking, orgalizing, and making canapés for Friday.  Yee haw!

faw down go boom

it ain’t all bad news

Somebody left a set of red figured velour drapes – like stage curtains – sitting in the square next to where I used to live.  I walked through them and thought of Chipper, as they sort of reminded me of puppet theater curtains….

Aw gone

So I’m out of the old place completely, and apart from swimming in a sea of crap – Jeff is being patient, because I know I have to disappear the crap before the party on Friday – I am feeling pretty good about it.

My good feelings are grounded in three events of yesterday – Katie’s efficient and tireless assistance in the packing, cleaning & moving, and the unpacking when I got here because of course I couldn’t hang around, I had to take the truck back instantly – watching this movie (highly recommended) as the three of us collapsed after I sponsored a meal over at the James Street Cafe – and Mike dropping by.  Supportive friends and family are part of what makes life worth living.

Anyway I’ve got half an hour to fetch laundry from downstairs and get clean and clothed, but at least me and all my clothes are in one place now!  Ack, down one person at work – can’t be late.

I don’t even feel too rough this morning, although I had a hard time getting off the couch last night!

Heave ho

I am still in shock about how much freaking junk I have.  I am so emotionally attached to my books that I’m sitting in the pile of boxes going, wah, wah instead of brutally tossing them.  I’ll be a lot happier when I’m done.  When I get rid of clothes I think “Off to Value Village with you!” and there isn’t a horrible feeling to go along with it.  Books are like little, immobile, rectangular friends, and you don’t just haul your friends off to the garbage.  I have Bookcrossing on some of my books but to do all of them would many days of labour, and so…. I guess they are off to storage.  Heavy sigh.

It freaking SNOWED here again last night.  I know that in late December a dusting of snow on the neighbourhood rooftops is all pine scent and lush orchestrations of cherished carols, but this close to the first of April methinks anything but peace and goodwill when it’s something I see before I’ve had any coffee.

Last night, I failed to cook dinner!  I made cheese scones, but I actually went to bed before sunset, woke briefly at 10:30, and then back to bed until ten after seven.  Moving is tiring; yesterday it was unpacking pretty solidly.  I did make lunch for the menfolks – Keith was here and how good to see him.

Grr

Made another long post this morning and lost it.  Loads o linky fun, o well.

Anyway, Dr Filk is coming to the housewarming party.  The True Party Trifecta is in play!!  Jarmo’s fries, Dr. John’s inimitable musical stylings, and Lexi’s tumtum.  wOOt.

Yes, yet more moving

Jeepers, you’d think moving a puny little two room apartment wouldn’t take the best part of two weeks, off and on, but Jeff and I hauled out two bags of trash, much recycling and two more boxes tonight (I FINALLY have my soap, my 15 bucks a bar hand milled French soap which represents my one self care gross indulgence – and I got the eggs out the fridge); I packed up about six more boxes in readiness for the truck tomorrow.  Still do not know what we’re going to do about the darned salmon in my freezer. I’m strongly inclined to just thaw them and cook both of them, ta hell with it.
Keith will be coming over tomorrow at 6 to learn “rudiments of cooking”, and then I’ll skate off to the truck rental, pick up Katie and move the rest of the boxes.  It’s closer.

I also talked to Lana, the gal who’s moving in on Monday night/Tuesday morning, and she’s agreed to take the three bookcases and the furniture.  The drafting table is unfortunately toast now due to some of the plastic bits self destructing – plastic does perish – and Jeff wants the little stand Alex gave me, so that accounts for the rest of it.  I’m also leaving her the ironing board.  Since I would have to pay to move all that stuff, I’m just as happy that she wants it.  And if she doesn’t, it won’t be my problem.

Sunday I’ll be cleaning the place.  Empty, I imagine it will be a lot easier!

A moose, a moose!

Teri – a person who uses tapioca for comfort food, by all accounts – has graciously presented me via her spouse with a moose.  Taken near Kicking Horse Pass last year.  And the Tapioca Song claims another vic-tim.

Jeff was a busy lad yesterday.  There is now a chain of suitable size and robustness (frankly, as big as the one which restrained Christina Ricci in Black Snake Moan) for the bikes on the back deck and he wrassled with Rogers, all of whose minions appear to have MCDskicking-horse-moose.jpg – Masters of Customer Disillusionment.