In which I just don’t enjoy Facebook anymore because it’s full of disinformation and depression and conspiracy theories and none of that’s any fun. Just logged into FB for the first time in a couple of weeks and my last post turned into the biggest conversation on my page in years. I find this funny, […]
In which I’ve moved to Oregon, a state I haven’t lived in since the early 90’s! We found a house in Milton (or is it Freewater?) and have moved into it. It’s an eight-block walk from the cheese shop for me, and I’m grateful that it cuts his commute in half. Big old tree in […]
In which I’ve gone and turned 51, of all things, and here is a short paragraph about it. I’m fat as hell, my feet always hurt even though I only work part-time, my skin has no elasticity and is just drooping like fabric on the bias, I have a nearly constant stabbing pain in the […]
In which where DOES the time go? It’s September?! I’ve been at the cheese shop for a month and a half now and really enjoy it. My friend got a job there too, so I have someone to ride to work with now that my beloved is working at the casino and can’t chauffeur me […]
In which AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Cycling rapidly between “This pile of boxes will absolutely fit in the U-Box container, no problem,” and “This pile of boxes WILL NEVER FIT IN THE CONTAINER, AND I SHOULD FREAK OUT, BECAUSE THAT WILL TOTALLY HELP!!!” and isn’t it cool how moving just never gets less stressful, no matter how you […]
In which it’s actually not that bad? T minus four days and mostly packed! Here’s the pile: There’s also the bed, half a dozen boxes in the basement, and another half dozen out of shot or not yet packed, but that’s the main bulk of it. It’s really not that bad, but I keep vacillating […]
In which it’s not a real blog post, just moving notes. To take IN THE CAR with us so we have access to it (packed mainly in luggage/duffels/backpacks): – couple weeks worth of clothing – shoes – computers/monitors/electronics and power/chargers etc. – basic toiletries/beard, hair & teeth stuff, vision, makeup, tweezers, shit like that – […]
In which LOL MY MIND THO. What’s the word for that psychological condition in which, after you quit a job and receive your final paycheck and have no income, you suddenly find yourself wanting, practically needing, to spend money on inane shit? I always have this! Every time I’m unemployed. Well, shit, no money coming […]
In which I very nearly gave myself a panic attack. We’re still over a week away from loading the shipping container — and we’re at least half packed — but my mind just served up this whole entire OMFG WE’RE NOT READY, WE CAN’T DO THIS, IT’LL NEVER WORK, IT’LL BE A NIGHTMARE thing about […]
In which there’s some cash. Homeless chick rode up to me on her bike during my walk to work today, very conciliatory, sorry to bother, said she’d just woken up in the park, mid-afternoon (I assume she was awake most of the dark hours, perhaps to move on, perhaps to watch her stuff), only had […]
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