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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.

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.

Here’s a bassett hound pic.

Our soon-to-be-ex-landlords showed us exactly how they feel about us shortly after they evicted us by doing this to the only alternative exit from our apartment.

There’s not going to be wireless in the new place until early next week.  I will be busy. I keep telling myself how much better things will be but I am feeling all whimpery and resentful.  Thanks Lexi for the offer but we should be okay with the help we’ll be getting.

A natural pool player.

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.

how apt.

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.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Carradine

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.

I know some people are feeling more blue after the memorial service, but I feel so much better it’s remarkable.  I’m doing all kinds of things I’m supposed to do.

I played, sang and listened at Jericho Beach Folk last night – John would have approved – and I drank in the scenery and loved the people I was with.

Tonight, Carrie, Jeff and I are off to Mike’s for dinner.  Happy……

Wow / Zow.

Yesterday I took it very easy in the morning and went to Wreck Beach in the afternoon.  I am still having trouble believing that I did those stairs two days running, but it wasn’t that bad – down was worse, of course.  Mike and Heather and Heather’s roommate and Jarmo and Susanna were there as well.  Keith joined us and spent most of the time there either reading or walkng around.

Mike said that John’s death was a kick in the head.  John said ‘practice more’ so I did, and so did Mike.  Mike even played Stairway to Heaven, which you’ll have to admit was brave of him. I really love that Larrivee parlor guitar he got.  It’s a very sweet sounding and playing instrument.

So….  This is going to be a long post, so you can ignore it if you like. First the good news…
Jenn, Debbie’s gorgeous, dog rescuing genius of an only daughter, has graduated from Brown University Magna Cum Laude.  I am absolutely thrilled for Jenn and Debbie, and Spence and Jim, the long suffering former and current partners who provided the material and emotional support to make the day happen.  Many things about Debbie impress the hell out of me, and it’s a great day to say so.  Congratulations to all of you!

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