Stuff and nonsense
We had a pleasant Christmas and New Year's, quiet celebrations with good friends.
The dismantling of mom's condo proceeds apace, taking far more time than I originally expected. She wasn't a packrat by any means, but there's just so much stuff that I have to go through before we start painting and upgrading the bathroom and kitchen, and then we can finally put it up for sale. It's been a bit overwhelming at times, I have to admit. Still, one drawer at a time, one closet at a time, one room at a time and I'll get it done.
A took me to the movies this afternoon as an early birthday treat -- we went to see The Hobbit. Generally underwhelmed, and the pacing was chronic. However, I did enjoy revisiting Middle Earth, seeing beloved characters again, and meeting new ones. Then we went to dinner and are now home, curled in front of the fire watching classic acts from The Old Grey Whistle Test -- Alice Cooper, The Edgar Winter Group, Elton John, The Wailers. . . My youth, revisited. (God, the hair! The tight trousers!)
And tomorrow I turn 57. Right now, I'm feeling every single year.
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The dismantling of mom's condo proceeds apace, taking far more time than I originally expected. She wasn't a packrat by any means, but there's just so much stuff that I have to go through before we start painting and upgrading the bathroom and kitchen, and then we can finally put it up for sale. It's been a bit overwhelming at times, I have to admit. Still, one drawer at a time, one closet at a time, one room at a time and I'll get it done.
A took me to the movies this afternoon as an early birthday treat -- we went to see The Hobbit. Generally underwhelmed, and the pacing was chronic. However, I did enjoy revisiting Middle Earth, seeing beloved characters again, and meeting new ones. Then we went to dinner and are now home, curled in front of the fire watching classic acts from The Old Grey Whistle Test -- Alice Cooper, The Edgar Winter Group, Elton John, The Wailers. . . My youth, revisited. (God, the hair! The tight trousers!)
And tomorrow I turn 57. Right now, I'm feeling every single year.
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