Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

Mike was ready willing and able

To help me move the last o crap out of the old place last night… and I crashed like a very bad paper airplane.  Soundlessly, swiftly, and with nobody killed.  So nothing got moved. It rained briefly which did not assist.

Pizza first, when we got home.  We hung out briefly with Keith, Jeff and Brian C.

Woke at 4, fired off an email to the old landpeers, unpacked ten boxes and now I contemplate the ruins of my good intentions and the prospect of unpacking about a hundred more boxes, shifting furniture, etc. etc.

Miss Margot proves her worth yet again

I have never been more impressed with a kitten than I am with this little critter.  With an aplomb that was miraculous to view, she adjusted to the move (although not to the car ride during which she gave Jeff the hairy eyeball and screeched continuously, so much for being quiet) and then she kicked it up a notch. 

Gizmo was very very freaked out.  We had a ‘quiet room’ for them in the new house, but Gizmo just crawled into his cat carrier and shoved himself against the back wall.  Margot stepped into the front of the cat carrier and cuddled with him because he smelled scared (she’s been sniffing him a lot).  Now Gizmo and Margot are roaming the house together, and snoozed under the downstairs coffee table together last night.  Jeff says, “Shared trauma’ll do that to ya.” 

I hope that later on today we’ll be able to let them out for the first time. 

Dentist appt this afternoon.  Fillings.  Grody.  Then back to the old house.  Grody.  Then more unpacking.  Grody.  Do… not….want…..

Briefly….

Move 99.44% complete.  One/ two last carload(s) and cleaning and then we’re outta there.  Slept in the new place last night. Woke up with a new song in my head (always a good sign). Took the bar off the back door to freak the landpeers out, and it worked.  Really, I shouldn’t have, but DAMN it felt good to return a serve for a change.  Rassenfrassen.

She Gets Like That:

Chorus:

I love you, I hate you, I need you, I miss you

Growing older never made me wise

When I think how I felt the last time I was with you

It’s a feeling that logic defies.

First half, first verse (there’s more, but it ain’t settled)

I have tried to walk away

but my thoughts will not wear shoes

I would pity my poor mind

if I had a mind to lose

When somebody says hello

I jump straight up just like a cat

My friends all raise their eyebrows

and remark “She gets like that”

etc etc.

Aren’t you worried?

Jeff was looking at me blog amidst the pile of debris that is our shared accommodation currently, and wondered aloud that I might perhaps want to do other things.  But all I can think about is how somebody took a picture of me with Drew Curtis last night, and I hope he emails it to me so I can prove I partied with the founder of Fark.com.

The Farkers were a SUPER nice mostly young bunch and Keith joined me for the party of the first part.  I only had two beers and was home by 11.

tap tap is this thing on?

My server has been up and down like a toilet seat all day.

If you can’t read this, that’s kinda useless.

Tanya had her babby.  Me happy, she healthy, babby good, daddy over moon.

Landpeers are showing interesting and remarkable behaviour.  More when we’re finally shut of this place.

Move Sunday.  Panic panic panic, punctuated by bouts of exhausted anxiety.

Must pack room.

I am so tired and out of sorts.  Paul has very kindly agreed to come and get me so I can take a bunch of my crap home from work, as well as the extra boxes I ordered. I will feed him dinner (precooked by Carrie, yay!).

One of the engineers said at lunch 🙁  “She’s not wearing a bra” of an another person in the caf and instantly I said, “How come you notice on HER and not ME?” which was not the right thing to say.  Or the kind or intelligent thing.   Also I found out that one of my coworkers is a free diver, which after watching the Big Blue was extremely hilarious.  He can hold his breath for 5.5 minutes.  I can hold my breath for 50 seconds.  The world record is over ten minutes.

Lady Miss B has me to tea

Except given the hellacious heat, it was beer. I left from work and hung out until around 10 – we also did some practical stuff which will make for better edits on the memorial site and I sang her my new song. I also in my severely chatty way went through yet more partial lists of stuff to do on my time off.  At this rate I’ll be so busy describing what I want to do I won’t get anything done.  And I got Judith’s email so I can start talking to her about a memorial service at Worldcon (Anticipation).  Montreal in August, god o god.

I think the trick will be getting up every morning, looking at the job list, figuring out what I FEEL like doing that day, and devoting at least four hours to it.  I’ll let you know how I make out.

Carrie has a place to live on the Island, which is great because she was running out of time to locate something and now she can concentrate on living instead of finding a place for her RV. She finished up most of the packing, and now it’s just making sure as much stuff goes in boxes as can.

I am not sleeping well.  The heat was oppressive.

Went home sick yesterday

I am really glad I did, I felt much sicker when I got home, then cried for about two hours, worked my way backward through my symptoms and realized I had a stomach migraine (yes, it’s possible) had a hot bath, immediately felt physically better although I still couldn’t stop crying, and then slept and slept and slept.

Now I’m going to go back to work and try to take Tiger Mountain of Paperwork by Strategy, and possibly science.

Carrie is doing all my packing, thank goodness, and her.