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ryan has named the bean bag chair and video game station under bed "Fort Kickass."
we spent a much longer time than i had anticipated at hart high schools 8th grader orientation. ryan and a buddy spent the entire time chortling and talking to each other. i think i'm not going to bother taking her to the one for valencia high. we've been to 2 out of the 3 possible high schools she will end up in. both seem to have been a monumental waste of my time.
i've been packing and cleaning. we own such little stuff i think most of it is boxed up now and it's it's all of 12 med. boxes. maybe another 10 and we'd have everything packed. i figure if we do succeed in moving, my work will be easier since i've now spackeled and repainted every wall that held a shelf, picture, or drywall screw. a vast majority of the things i own are apothecary jars full of bones or carnivorous plants, or they are skulls under cloche glass or in glass displays with other various oddities... or books. it makes it a pain to pack. busts and statuary has to go in its own box or in a box with linens. some of the butterfly mountings are delicate, too much so to even pack. they will have to be hand carried.
but all the odd areas of the condo are being cleaned and repaired.
at worst, we don't move and while i will be crushed with disappointment, i will then be free to rearrange the house to maybe give scott the room for a desk. if i sacrifice my drafting table, there would be room enough and i wouldn't have to worry about him uglying up my living space since it's now a blank slate.
i'm really feeling my age lately and it's ugly. my back occasionally acts up and the hip i hurt being stupid on goons kick scooter has been bugging me again. last night i sweat the bed and couldn't sleep even with all the benadryl i took... gosh i hope tomorrow has something rad instore for me.
we spent a much longer time than i had anticipated at hart high schools 8th grader orientation. ryan and a buddy spent the entire time chortling and talking to each other. i think i'm not going to bother taking her to the one for valencia high. we've been to 2 out of the 3 possible high schools she will end up in. both seem to have been a monumental waste of my time.
i've been packing and cleaning. we own such little stuff i think most of it is boxed up now and it's it's all of 12 med. boxes. maybe another 10 and we'd have everything packed. i figure if we do succeed in moving, my work will be easier since i've now spackeled and repainted every wall that held a shelf, picture, or drywall screw. a vast majority of the things i own are apothecary jars full of bones or carnivorous plants, or they are skulls under cloche glass or in glass displays with other various oddities... or books. it makes it a pain to pack. busts and statuary has to go in its own box or in a box with linens. some of the butterfly mountings are delicate, too much so to even pack. they will have to be hand carried.
but all the odd areas of the condo are being cleaned and repaired.
at worst, we don't move and while i will be crushed with disappointment, i will then be free to rearrange the house to maybe give scott the room for a desk. if i sacrifice my drafting table, there would be room enough and i wouldn't have to worry about him uglying up my living space since it's now a blank slate.
i'm really feeling my age lately and it's ugly. my back occasionally acts up and the hip i hurt being stupid on goons kick scooter has been bugging me again. last night i sweat the bed and couldn't sleep even with all the benadryl i took... gosh i hope tomorrow has something rad instore for me.