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Sunday, June 30th, 2013
Of little news

I’ll say it again: I am a heat wimp. We’re having a significant heatwave here and apparently it’s unusual to get so hot. Got to around 95 or 97 and muggy. For many this is not so hot. For me, yeah, it’s way hot. Have you heard of those evaporative towels? Do they work? I’m getting one to see if will help the man at work. On the other hand, we bbqed and had a lovely dinner. I’m hoping to crawl out of bed early tomorrow and maybe walk the dogs.

Been running around like a headless chicken all weekend. Got fresh fruits and veggies at the Saturday market. Lovely goodies. Now I have to bake a blackberry pie. Did arrange a few more things in the house and got some more stuff unpacked. But the fact is it will be a long row to hoe. One step at a time, I guess. Or rather, a few boxes at a time. The major issue is finding where to put everything. I’m going to have to set up a donation box or ten.

I must also work on getting some writing done now that the kitchen is set up. I can cook, sleep, and eat. My office won’t be ready for some time, but I have the laptop and I have to get work done, if my kids allow it. They aren’t all that interested in allowing it though. They are extremely needy and can’t really blame them, so I’ll have to find some balance.


Thursday, June 27th, 2013
Going a little bit nuts

I knew it was going to happen–that moment when I really really really want to find something and I can’t. No one else has seen them either. We did set up some shelves in the garage so I can get rid of some stuff that way. Well, at least I have a place to put it. I also found the fish food and the silverware. All good things. But the fact is that I really need to find some things, which means I really need to finally finish unloading the trailer. Also trimmed dog toenails. Oh yeah. That was fun. They do not like it. No sir, not one bit. Tomorrow have to go to the grocery store. Apparently my kids have begun to suck down milk like they’ve may never get any again.

I did actually empty a number of boxes today and looked forlornly at some books that I’d like to read but don’t have time.

All this packing and unpacking stuff–aren’t you just oh so fascinated? I have been contemplating just not unpacking, becoming a hoarder, and thereby becoming safe from serial killers who would never find me in the house. It’s an option.

Oh, had the dryer vent sucked out today. The dyer hasn’t been working that well, so hopefully this is the answer. Also, turned on the AC, which feels really wrong and expensive. But it got warm and muggy today and the upstairs of the house was really really hot. I’m now happy my office is downstairs. I call it an office, but really it’s just a room full of boxes.

In the meantime, the kids are hyper one moment and weepy the next. Poor things. Dogs are trying to figure things out, but they spend a lot of time running too and fro. They like too and fro running.





Wednesday, June 26th, 2013
clunky writing

Watching a CSI Miami because nothing much is on. I stopped watching the show fairly early on in the series. I would still watch CSI NY and CSI LV. There are two major reasons for that. First, in the Miami show, the writing is horribly clunky. There is so much ‘as you know bob’ stuff going on that it drives me nuts. The other two are far more subtle about it. But in the Miami show, the CSIs constantly tell each other stuff they already know. Like for instance, telling a tech expert in fibers to run the fibers through a particular database (that the tech would already know about) so, (also said aloud), they can discover what the fiber is from. Um, duh. I should probably go back to unpacking, but my wrists are sore and I’m trying not to totally overdue it. The other thing that drives me nuts about this show is that the women wear completely inappropriate clothing for their jobs. Light colored clothing, extraordinarily high spike heels, deep vee neck sweaters and shirts, and generally completely inappropriate for their work environment. Now the other shows do that to some extent too, don’t get me wrong. But this is so over the top it drives me batty. I mean at least on CSI LV they wear coveralls and vests about half the time.

Drinking tea and thinking about fixing lunch. We’re going to have a couple of cabinet makers coming in to give estimates on building in a desk and shelves for my office. It’s small and a little bit odd-shaped, and I think it’s going to be much more workable to build a little desk in than try to make something fit. My old kitchen table desk will certainly not fit at all. I also want to find out the cost on building in a china type cabinet for storage in the dining room. We have a big space to put it in, and I want to see what it would cost to build something to fit the entire space (storage is my friend). And finally, I need a wall of shelves in one room. I don’t know that I can afford this stuff, but I want to find out the cost.

I guess I’d better bestir myself to fix food for the kidlets. Also must finish the laundry. I have noticed on the washer (front loading) that it has a kind of mildewy smell to it. Don’t like it. Got any ideas on cleaning that?

Tuesday, June 25th, 2013
the boxes they stack up

So. Very. Tired.

My wrists are so sore I can’t tell you. But the fish are in their tank instead of the kitty litter bucket, our bed is now put together and we can actually sleep in our room rather than in the spare room bed, and much of the kitchen is put back together. All I need now is a shower and maybe some tea. Which reminds me, I’ve discovered I’m either a tea whore or a tea hoarder, or possibly both. I have a ridiculous amount of tea and I gave away a bunch. I also called people to come give estimates and do work in the house today, along with laundry and kid herding.

Does anybody else want pie? I really want pie.

I’m going to have to slow down to keep my wrists from hurting so much. Looks like my friend has encephalitis. How the hell does that happen?

I did not nap today, however, which I count as a victory.

Monday, June 24th, 2013
Hello coma. Where did you come from? Plus a thank you

Got up this morning because we were going to unload the trailer. No one else moved for another 2 hours. So I was doing a little writing down of the ideas I’d had for the WIP and waiting. Upon rising, we ate something and went to go shopping at Costco and the pet store (we had broken the lid of the fish tank). Got some basic foodstuffs for lunches and dinners at Costco and ended up getting a 20 gallon fishtank. We’d had a ten gallon. Don’t ask me why. It seemed like a good idea at the time. It now has some water in it and is waiting for rocks and etc. and once the chlorine evaporates, fish.

So after lunch, we came home and the boy of size was feeling queasy so he laid down. So we all sat down for a bit and then . . . coma. I don’t know what time it was when we sat down, but it was almost 5 when we stirred. Holy crap! so anyhow, we then started unloading the trailer, zombie style. We got about half done and all but one piece of furniture out. The rest is boxes. And it was exhausting. I thing I’m really running out of steam. But tomorrow I hope we get all the rest out of the trailer and I can start putting things away. And deadhead the roses.

It is now raining. Dinner was a chocolate shake because frankly, we all thought it was a good idea. Dogs are on the couch and hinting that they need some love. I need to find their brushes.

And finally, some lovely anonymous person sent me an Amazon Gift Card. Thank you so much!!!

Sunday, June 23rd, 2013

Bet you’re wondering where I’ve been. Well, been packing a trailer and cleaning a house. Not yet unloaded the trailer, but I’m still alive and haven’t broken or bruised more of myself. I also don’t have spinal meningitis or encephalitis or an aneurysm, which are three of the possibilities for my friend in the hospital right now. Poor thing.

The house in MT is very clean (well, as clean as I could make it), and the dogs are now happy to be not in the car or in a cleaning zone, though they are a yet in a moving zone. The unpacking looks daunting and I want to paint my new office and weed the garden and deadhead the roses and and and and  . . .

I have writing ideas, too. I’d like to write them down. They are all scattery and not linear, so I hope I can capture. them.

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013
The Day That Was

Well, I fell. I was up on a step stool and I went to step to the next step down and missed and hit the floor instead. Landed on my shoulder, whacked my head on a cabinet and banged my leg up. Impressive, no? I fell probably 2.5-3 feet.  My head hurts. Waiting for the bruises to show up.

Turns out the Great Lakes are evaporating faster than precipitation can fill them (and there is less precipitation). Global warming, anyone? I guess the lakes are warmer than historical temps and growing warmer every year. Hence the evaporation.

Made this really delightful french toast bake this morning. The family voted it very yummy.

Did I mention my head hurts?

I still have so much to do. Anybody want to help me come pack and clean?

Monday, June 17th, 2013
Bread dough theory of writing

I’ve often thought that some stories are made like bread dough, one made with a starter. First you stir in the ingredients to make the starter and feed it for awhile and let it bubble and ferment. Then eventually it’s ready and you take some of that and stir in the rest of your bread ingredients and mix and mold it into dough, and then knead it for awhile. You fold it and knead it and build in structure for rising, then you let it sit and grow and rise on its own. Then you come back and go back to kneading and massaging that structure and rebuilding. Finally you set it aside and let it be one more time before you take it and bake it.

Not all of my stories work that way, but for the story I’m working on now, it requires a lot of yeasty bubbling and rising and kneading and waiting to let it come together in my head. It’s slow and that’s frustrating, but at the same time, my head needs the time to pull the story together. Meanwhile this other story that bumped into me some weeks ago has started to get a little antsy and itchy. It will have to wait.

On a completely random note, Hot Yoga sounds like torture. When we move, I hope I can learn Yoga or maybe Tai Chi or what’s that one that starts with Q?

Packing continues apace. I’m a little bit terrified that we won’t get everything we need to do done by Saturday, but I’m rabidly working at it.

Sunday, June 16th, 2013

Today I did some more packing and cleaning, despite being exhausted. funny how the last week has taken it out of me. The man and kids did some as well, and fetched a dump trailer to take some stuff to the dump. That will be nice. So essentially we have five days to get a whole lot done, but at least I made some progress today.

But that isn’t what I’m musing about. I wanted to go to Westercon this year. It’s near my parents’ house and I’ve never been to a con in my hometown area. I sent a couple of emails but never got any sort of response. So I won’t be going. Yes, I could just go, but for business reasons, I need to go as a pro and be on paneling.  So I’m a little bit sad about that, but then again, the house will be closing near to that time, so maybe it is better this way.

My roses here are blooming. I’m very pleased. I thought I’d miss them.



Sunday, June 16th, 2013
Jiggety Jig

We made the trip to Oregon and back in four days, plus unloaded the cargo trailer and did the Jayfest signing at Powells. Whew. I’m a little tired and yet have to get right back to work. The good news is that it looks like things are settled on the house. We close in about four weeks. Wish it was sooner. I have a bruise on the tip of my big toe. I hurt it in the moving and ow. Who gets a bruise there? Course I have a bunch of other bruises, but they are at least in reasonable places.  I also made three pairs of fingerless gloves on the to and fro trips, plus part of another. I would have gotten further with it, but I dropped my crochet hook and we didn’t stop again for hours so I could retrieve it. Probably okay, since my wrists were getting a little bit sore.

I’m a little daunted by all the stuff that has to find a place in the new house. How are we going to fit it all in? Where did all that stuff come from? Okay, a little daunted is an understatement. Freaking terrified is closer to it. But it has to be done. At least most of the bedroom furniture is in place where it’s supposed to be and so we can find clothes and a place to sleep. We don’t have much left to take out of the old place, but there is some, and then there’s the cleaning, which means getting rid of a bunch of junk.

And then there’s a whole bunch of errands and friends to see. It’s not that we won’t be back, but you know how it it. I’m actually feeling kind of sad about the whole thing, which shouldn’t surprise me, but it does a little.

I also had a bit of a breakthrough on the plot for the book I’m working on. I am definitely happy about that. And now, to go be constructive. Or maybe it’s more destructive.

Oh! And the prettiest dogwood tree grows in our yard and also artichokes do grow well in Oregon so I can grow them!!!

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