always looking forward to family vacation. :)
Friday, October 17, 2003
because most of my day has been spent wondering about the answer:
The Meaning of Life
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Wednesday, October 15, 2003
and so the moving progresses.
i'm no longer really sure which way is up, my boss wants me to finish some projects, and there are still boxes. plus, my kitty needs some people time, and i should pay a few bills. oh, plus? no idea if and/or when i'll have a good chunk of time to sit in front of the keyboard, let alone one connected to the 'net, and leave even further alone the idea of a coherent sentence.
back in a few. meantimes, enjoy all the lovely linky goodness in that thar sidebar. :)
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to pretty much everyone on 93 South this morning:
yep, that was me. the chick doing the speed limit in the right hand lane. sorry if that was an inconvenience to you. i figured we might all be able to agree on something, but apparently, none of you had had your coffee, either. i still don't think all y'all had to pass on the right.
and yeah, i'm a little embarrassed to have become One of Those People. you know how we all complain about Those People, who do whatever thing it is that annoys you? and then circumstances conspire to force you to do just that thing? yeah. that was my morning. sorry. but look at it this way - at least when you have to be One of Those People, i'm more likely to be nice to you now. :)
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Monday, October 13, 2003
unconscious mutterings:
Timeshare:: condo
Accounts:: receivable
Temptation:: island
Hack:: eysack
Shadow:: of a doubt
Infection:: pus
800:: pound gorilla
Infidelity:: out of tune
Springfield:: Rick
Gardener:: Chauncy
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Sunday, October 12, 2003
*grumble* moving sucks.
don't get me wrong - we still have a good system.
but my dream of everything growing little feet and jumping into boxes of its own volition, and then the boxes growing feet and scampering down the stairs? not so much happening.
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packing, packing, packing, keep those kids a-packing... *hums the gentle hum of insanity*
nah, it's not really that bad. :) but i am humming to myself, as the boxes fill up, trash bags go out, things are sorted and labelled and cleaned and dusted, and the moving itself hums along.
smartest thing we did, it seems, is sit down one night last week and assess the effort rather than just jumping in feet first. we walked thru the house, making a big room by room list, then pulling out action items (call brother #1, call brother #2, find a moving van by thus and such a date), and tacked it up on the side of the fridge. and the list was pretty specific, too. rather than 'pack bedroom', it was 'sort closet - 2 hours', 'pack books - 3 hours', 'shit you haven't used in 5 years - take to Goodwill', 'baby things - give to cousin'. two advantages to this: when the list was done, we could get a good idea of how long things would take and what to tackle first, *and* it was easy to see when a specific task was done. also, we've tried to stick to the rule that you don't pick something up unless you know where it's going. that way, you don't have to handle things more than once.
lemme tell you - the list (all three pages of it) seemed daunting at first, but now it's our best friend. there is nothing like the sense of satisfaction you can get from using a big fat marker to cross off one more thing done. we're about 3/4 of the way thru, and it's gone from three pages of black and white 'to do' to a fairly colorful assortment of 'things done!'. and that's a nice thing to see.
also exciting was finding the antenna for the stereo, because now we have hot and cold running music on tap! music, i find, is a motivational requirement for undertakings such as this. don't you think? what's your soundtrack when you have to get something done?
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