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Woe is me...

Can't type. Have much to say.
Want my friends, to sit around with, and talk (and maybe type for me), and yell at basketball games (I only follow football and college Bball), and eat fried food and drink adult beverages.
Feeling the distance, and hating it.
Too many friends in pain (lots of momma problems, 4 divorces--recently finalized or in process).
Garb to make, banner to do.
And then there's the packing. :-(
Miss you all.

BTW, I put in to teach this summer--we'll see if it happens. Not likely. If no teaching, not much eventing (must save $$ for future security deposit/down payment).

Okay. Pain. Stop now.


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Apr. 4th, 2011 10:39 pm (UTC)


Apr. 4th, 2011 11:10 pm (UTC)
I wish I was closer and could help. But it might be tipsy Duchess night on FB.
Apr. 4th, 2011 11:56 pm (UTC)
Today we had good old fashioned adventures that would make for good conversation for the slow parts of basket ball games or for when fixing up more snackies in the kitchen.

I was up and made my first delivery by 0645 this morning. It would have been sooner but I didn't actually wake up until well after I got home from the delivery so I drove by the destination twice.

Once I got home again I snuggled with the grumpy Hallow cat who is being particularly grumpy and snuggly this week. She did the thing where she gently pets my cheek because I'm dozing and not petting. If I do not make with the petting she'll increase the frequency and then intensity of the pettings until she is punching my nose. This results in giggling and then offended cat is offended and stomps off until I doze again.

Finding a parking spot downtown was a pain and a half. I eventually just went into the pay lot and the nice man asked me if I could back in to a spot. When I assured him that I could, he let me park right next to the booth. Ten minutes later I'd paid the towing bill for the Mazda of Constant Sorrow and was so happy to have that done that I tipped the nice man in the booth the last of the cash in my wallet. (That sounds a lot more generous than $4, doesn't it?)

Katie and I went out to the impound lot and I had a lovely conversation with Miss Laura. Had we been able to start the car I would have gotten away with it clean to Ekat's house where we would have parked it while coordinating with Johnny to sell it for us. Unfortunately the battery was dead dead dead and wouldn't even take a bit of a charge from a jump. Then another guy from the lot got all technical and wouldn't let us drive it out because the inspection had lapsed.

There followed a lovely interlude with 'dicea and Katie sitting in a car in the rain.

Time passed. It rained. It rained some more. Eventually we got the Mazda of Constant Sorrow onto the flat bed and en route to the same shop that fixed it after the accident. The shop connected to the place where Katie got the Elantra of Redness.

Having had entirely enough of this trash, we went to Gander Mountain to seek the mythical camping closet. Katie and Ekat totally believe that they've really seen this mythical camping closet and Katie totally wants one. We can't find it online or in the store. It's like an episode of the Twilight Zone.

Then we went to BJ's and bought huge boxes of tea (and backlava) (and peanut butter M&Ms) because some things are important.

Back at home there is cutting out of fabric and I was a good girl and dealt with my insurance guy. The insurance guys don't like that I make them stand on the porch with me to talk with me. I don't like that they expect me to let them into my house, so we're even.

I'm sure I've never read the book you're looking to remember about soldiers on the moon. I don't generally like 'soldier' stories outside of the Heinleins, but it may be time for me to reread _Armor_ written by John Steakley. It's a creepy story, but the bit that traumatizes me is a civilian anecdote and I skip re reading that part even if my mind replays it for me if I want it to or not.

This past weekend I got to hang out in Sterling Vale. It was neat to go off to an event on my own and it was lots of fun to get to play scribal mud and toys with people. Tomorrow night is our Baronial Pot Luck and meeting. I'm still not sure what to make but it may be hummus and cheese crackers. Not particularly clever, but tasty and good to eat.

I think I've actually yammered on about everything interesting from today without getting into Law & Order recaps. That's not going to be very interesting because I only know the names of maybe three characters across all of the shows.

Making dinner now. Left over beans and rice heated up with a can of stewed tomatoes.
I hope this fills in a bit of the social milieu for you for a little while. Soon there will be more interaction and maybe we can figure out how to skype or a non-typing form of informal chatting and visiting.

Thank you for giving me some space to talk out our adventures for today. Things are going good and it's important that we complain about the good things just as much as the bad.

Apr. 5th, 2011 12:04 am (UTC)
Impatient, so I read it all now. :-)
White bean and escarole soup for dinner.
Last of the bumbleberry pie later.
And basketball.
And over 100 placement tests.

At some point we need to talk about Queen's Rapier--travel, etc.

Much love.

*Singing* "I am a Mazda, of constant sorrows/I've seen trouble all my days/I'll say goodbye to Buffalo-o-o/Where I is was bought/And partly razed."

Edited at 2011-04-05 12:05 am (UTC)
Apr. 5th, 2011 11:17 am (UTC)
My world, fwiw, and for a change, mostly sucketh not. Much goodness to be had that way. I'll take it. :)
Apr. 5th, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)
Virtual friend here, offering virtual cup of tea and cozy chair overlooking garden with redwood-forested mountains beyond.
Apr. 6th, 2011 01:52 am (UTC)
And other virtual friends can only offer coffee (because we do coffee) with a view of three who are no longer toddlers but good people all the same. A sofa of doom (sit and instant sleep), two very pet-me hungry dogs, two very spoiled cats, and a backyard suitable for any suburban area sets the scene. You are welcome here.
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