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School year is almost over. It's rather hard to believe.
Miki Ivey is in town-- she stayed here from Friday night to today, then she's off to another friend's-- she's headed back here the end of the week for I'm not sure how long, a few days for sure. Then she's off to San Francisco, then back HERE again just before Comic-Con, and then we'll go to San Diego on the same train since we're in the same hotel room. Doesn't look like Michele will be attending, but I'm not changing the reservation, it'd be too confusing.
While MIki and Jessica were at LACMA on Saturday standing in line to meet Tim Burton at a book signing, I managed to lock myself out of the apt. With the help of the downstairs' neighbor's son (and the use of two rather beat up screwdrivers borrowed from another neighbor) we were finally able to get the a/c out of the window, and I managed to squeeze through the window (it doesn't open far). Now the a/c is on the porch. I put it up on Recycler-- it was Mom's and I never really used it after she died. Let someone who will use it buy it. I hope someone purchases it.
I am looking forward to Comic-con if only to be away from here for a few days-- yet I worry about the cats and the stupid lunatic neighbor who is so unpredictable. I could handle it if it was just the sister, though she, too, is rather annoying about "Don't eat that cat poop!" squeal she emits whenever her dogs pick up ANYTHING off the ground (mostly sticks, btw). But he is scary with a capital "S". I really hope that one of the nice neighbors does watch the kitties for me and they don't escape while she's feeding them.
And payday can't get here soon enough. But I know we're all in that boat! :D:D:D:D:D
Miki Ivey is in town-- she stayed here from Friday night to today, then she's off to another friend's-- she's headed back here the end of the week for I'm not sure how long, a few days for sure. Then she's off to San Francisco, then back HERE again just before Comic-Con, and then we'll go to San Diego on the same train since we're in the same hotel room. Doesn't look like Michele will be attending, but I'm not changing the reservation, it'd be too confusing.
While MIki and Jessica were at LACMA on Saturday standing in line to meet Tim Burton at a book signing, I managed to lock myself out of the apt. With the help of the downstairs' neighbor's son (and the use of two rather beat up screwdrivers borrowed from another neighbor) we were finally able to get the a/c out of the window, and I managed to squeeze through the window (it doesn't open far). Now the a/c is on the porch. I put it up on Recycler-- it was Mom's and I never really used it after she died. Let someone who will use it buy it. I hope someone purchases it.
I am looking forward to Comic-con if only to be away from here for a few days-- yet I worry about the cats and the stupid lunatic neighbor who is so unpredictable. I could handle it if it was just the sister, though she, too, is rather annoying about "Don't eat that cat poop!" squeal she emits whenever her dogs pick up ANYTHING off the ground (mostly sticks, btw). But he is scary with a capital "S". I really hope that one of the nice neighbors does watch the kitties for me and they don't escape while she's feeding them.
And payday can't get here soon enough. But I know we're all in that boat! :D:D:D:D:D