My week

Gah.
Let me say that again. Gah.

Been a long week. So, I finally get my bookshelves from Lowe's. The next day I go shopping for stains and finishes, and this takes all day because I really can't decide on what color I want the shelves to be, Finally decide on a red oak finish, with tung oil to protect it all. Too tired to start staining, so I decide to do that the next day. I spend all the following day prepping and staining the bookshelves. Now, I have two bookshelves, each 84 inches high. This is a LOT of wood and it takes all day. My wrist, shoulder, and elbow are so sore that I have to wear my carpal tunnel brace for the next two days. Not looking forward to rubbing in the tung oil after the stain has dried. Luckily, the next day it rains. And the next day it rains. And the next, and the next. So now I am stuck with pieces of stained wood blocking my washer and dryer, because that was the only place to put them. The yard is soaked, I have a small lake in the backyard, and it is so cold and damp that you would swear it was October. Today is finally sunny, but it is still really muddy out.

First weekend in the new place

Well, I finally have all my utilities connected, I know where most of my stuff is, and the cats aren't hiding under furniture all the time. I have quite the moving story to tell, but that will have to wait until after I go through my 300+ emails that have accumulated in the 6 days that I was offline. Most of it is spam, of course.

Before 10am today I was visited by three firemen who wanted to test my smoke alarm (hubba, hubba) and two Jehovah's Witnesses. I find that I've mellowed in my old age, as I actually listened to them prattle on for about 10 minutes. Plus, my snappy comeback mechanism seems to have reoriented itself. They kept talking about man this and God that and then asked me if I felt that man would ever be able to fix everything that was wrong in the world without God's intervention. I replied that maybe things would improve once woman took over. Hey, I made them laugh. In a good way.

Whiny, yet hopeful

Moving! Why am I doing this again? Stupid UHaul. They are all booked up at the local office, so I may have to "travel" to get my truck. Dammit. And I am desperately trying to find people to help me schlep stuff. Again. Only one good neighbor so far (thanks Shea!), but I put out another whiny email to the local SCA group, in hopes of suckering in a few others.

At least once I move into my new place I can unpack everything (remember that living out of boxes thing?). I may be able to find my spare styli for my Visor handheld. And more clothes, since my only pair of jean shorts has developed a worn-out spot. You know how everyone has particular wear-patterns on their clothes? Well, mine is on the inner thigh, usually the left one, towards the back. Looks like I've been rubbing my ass with sand paper.

Oh yeah. The American government sucks.

And on the feline front, I have never vacuumed so frequently in all my life. I feel like a 1950s housewife who cleans every day. The floors looked like I had taken both cats and dragged them around by their tails untlil all their fur was rubbed off on my carpets. I am sooo looking forward to having wood floors again.

Sucky

Bad things that have happened lately:

It is hot again. And sticky.
One of the cats peed in the comics that I was going to sell (I saved most).
I don't have enough summer clothing that isn't packed away in boxes.
I found out that my friend C has had a relapse of his cancer.

Good things that have happened lately:

I helped Shea put together his new bed. Hammers were used to threaten said bed.
I made chocolate malts. I make good malts (I'm an ex-soda jerk).
I got half the dishes washed (yay me!).
I visited C in Chicago. He and Darryn have a new apartment/condo; very nice. Good visit, good friends.

Whiny, whine, whine

Eeeeyaarrrgggghhhhh!!!!! I am so sick and tired of living in this pigsty!

Not my fault, I'm subletting and waiting to move in to my permanent place of residence on Agust 1st. I am not so much as living out of boxes, and not able to reach my stuff because it is all in boxes. I can't find anything, I can't start or finish any projects, and I can't cook in this tiny, useless kitchen! I couldn't live in my sublet without having some of my stuff out, so I have furniture, basic dishes, and such, but now I'm going to have to pack it all back up again. Son. Of. A. Bitch. I hate moving. Unless the new place tumbles down around my ears, I'm staying there until I move out of the city, if I ever do.

I hate carpeting, I hate that there is little to no airflow in this hovel, and I hate that I am living so close to other people. I need my space! No more apartment complexes for me, especially ones that areso fucking small.

Time to go pack for my trip to Chicago. Hopefully I can find everything I need to take with me.