Current location:	The loaner couch
Current mood:	tired
Current music:	It's hard to say what it is I see in you
Entry tags:	blah blah yack yack, move

To Anachreon In Heaven


The house is oddly quiet.

Sis is at camp, the boys are amusing themselves, and we're petless; the cat has been in California for a couple of hours now.

That was a weird situation right there. I was almost late getting her to the cargo building, since the directions I had were sort of off; I wish they'd been given by someone local, who would've said we're right behind that building with the Wyland painting on it, rather than by an outsourced operator who gave me a street address which I associated only with the post office; I ended up driving around the terminal about eight times, sure that it was somewhere behind the post office and I was just missing it somehow.

Anyways, when we finally got there, they were a little snippy about the timing, plus they'd written LIVE DOG on the manifest, which Rob and I found inexplicably hysterical.

Speaking of inexplicable hilarity, the Burger King guy (you know, that King dude with the immovable plastic face, the one who wakes up next to a construction worker in that ad) was going to be at our neighborhood BK this morning, and I was determined to go see him (oh, and I had a free Whopper coupon to redeem). Not that I have any particular love for the King, or for fast food mascots in general, but it's sort of a hobby of mine to have my picture taken with them (to wit, the famous Pillsbury-Doughboy-touching-my-ass photo).

By the time we were done dealing with the cat-shippers, though, the King had just left the building. He was nowhere to be seen (although, bizarrely, there was a magician doing tricks inside the BK itself, which is very tiny and not at all suited to displays of that nature), but his royal throne and kahili and red carpet were all still in the parking lot. We couldn't resist.

Rob leapt up, sat on the throne and posed for pictures, saying I usurp this throne! I claim this throne in the name of the Plantagenets!

I thought I would die laughing.

But back to the cat. My mom picked her up in San Francisco, brought her home, let her out of the crate, and she promptly disappeared behind the washing machine. Which means she's making herself right at home, since she lived behind our washing machine for years.

I feel really good having that all taken care of.

In other taken-care-of news, I'm happy to report that we sold the grill today (for less than I'd hoped, but at least it's out of here) and cleaned out most of the back yard. We brought a tool cabinet out to the dumpster which a neighbor snagged; it was in pretty good shape, so I figured someone would claim it. We also threw out a bunch of wood and rusty yard tools, took down the broken wind chimes and hosed off the patio.

Furthermore, I got my vanity cleaned out. I found no less than eight hair-removal systems therein, by the way (razors, hot wax, cold wax, Epilady, that Conair thing which sands your hair off, Epil-Stop, Nads and Nair, both regular and aloe). Also, I probably have enough soap to wash my ass eight times daily for the rest of my natural life. And of course, I found items shoved in the back which I could've used a million times in the last two years, if they were out where I'd been able to see them.

I put together a good-sized box of toiletry stuff to take to the women's shelter, stuff I just don't need to pay to ship, or shlep in a suitcase, like a bunch of perfumes I've gone off of, some unopened/shrink-wrapped first aid stuff, hotel mouthwash bottles, HL's old shampoo, an unopened deodorant which I decided I didn't like the smell of ... you get the idea.

I also threw out an entire trash can worth of stuff which had either gone funky (like a couple of facial masque things which had gotten hard and cracked) or leaky (I had a bottle of Tums with a huge crack in the side) or was so far past its prime, I couldn't justify keeping it, like the prescription skin cream that expired IN THE EIGHTIES, PEOPLE, which I'd been dutifully lugging around the world with each move.

So it's coming together. Slowly and patchily, but it's coming together.