Back-logged.
I would say that nothing has been happening lately, but that's not quite true...and it's also not true that so much has been happening lately that I haven't had time to post about it. It may be more an issue of discriminating between which things are actually worth telling. But eh, screw that--here's pretty much everything that's been going on.
I don't see much of Allen these days: his show celebrated its 1st anniversary not long after we celebrated ours and, as the holidays approach, they've started adding more performance dates. Right now we have Saturday and Sunday mornings, Sundays after 8pm, Monday evenings, and Tuesdays after 8pm to spend together. And in those time slots, much of what we've been doing is house hunting, whether it's poring over online listings (our realtor says we're doing half his job for him, but it's also half the fun if you ask me) or going to look at houses where our realtor has set up showings for us. I've started to feel a little ridiculous, though--we find a house and get all excited about it, tell everyone, even have people come over and walk through it with us to give us their opinion, tell our realtor we're "pretty serious about this one"...then start learning more about the place, have second thoughts, and decide to move on. It's happened several times now, and it's getting a little silly. But I guess every house has skeletons in the closet. (And with some of them, that's only sort of a figure of speech. Eek.)
Anyway, the house of the hour is actually the first one we looked at with our realtor, back at the beginning of October. We rejected it at the time on the grounds of it not having enough work for us to do on it, but we've started rethinking that pronouncement now that we've experienced a few houses with TOO much work needed. It's in South St. Paul, but that's all I'm going to say about it for now, for reasons stated above.
Wednesday night was my 10-year high school reunion. Happily, I wasn't at all nervous about it, just excited, and except for a rather predictable too-much-wine-on-an-empty-stomach incident, it was really a lot of fun. Saw some people I didn't expect to, saw some people looking like I didn't expect them to...the usual reunion story, I guess. It's very good that I still have close high school friends who make events like that comfortable and even enjoyable.
For Thanksgiving, Allen's mom again invited us over to her place along with my mom and the one sibling of mine who was available. (Last year, bakazaru, this year, neconeko and her boyfriend fadedtwilightx. Did I get that right this time?) We had a spectacular dinner and a relaxed kind of visit--very nice and much feeling thankful-ish (not least about the fact that our in-laws get along so well). Yesterday I helped transport Christmas decorations from my garage to my mom's place, and to get them set up, which was really very nice. There have been plenty of years I've been pretty grinchy about that, or at least about the volume of stuff needing to be moved, so I guess I'm trying to make up for it a little. It made me wish we had our Christmas tree already, but that will have to wait until Allen and I actually manage to be in our house and awake at the same time for more than an hour or two. Although it's probably better to wait a little longer on that than those family members who have artificial trees, anyway, since we don't want the tree to look by Christmas the way it did when we finally took it down last year (i.e. liable to burst into flames if two branches rubbed together the wrong way).
Last night, a couple friends came over bearing pizza and Pixar--perfect since I wasn't much in the mood to go anywhere, but it meant I didn't have to sit here alone while Allen was at his show. We were hoping to actually go and see a movie in the theater with them tonight (SO MANY I want to see!) but Allen has to go finish building sets after his show gets out at 7:30, so no dice.
So today has been, pretty much, butt-lazy. I have leaves to bag in the backyard but I'm waiting till Allen can help me with it tomorrow morning. Didn't get up till 10, had a late breakfast, and I've been reading backlogs of For Better or For Worse online. (This is what happens when you no longer get the daily paper.) Now, so I can feel at least somewhat like a productive member of society, I think I'll work on Christmas presents, or maybe even clean up some of the clutter around here. Pret-ty exciting, let me tell you.
I don't see much of Allen these days: his show celebrated its 1st anniversary not long after we celebrated ours and, as the holidays approach, they've started adding more performance dates. Right now we have Saturday and Sunday mornings, Sundays after 8pm, Monday evenings, and Tuesdays after 8pm to spend together. And in those time slots, much of what we've been doing is house hunting, whether it's poring over online listings (our realtor says we're doing half his job for him, but it's also half the fun if you ask me) or going to look at houses where our realtor has set up showings for us. I've started to feel a little ridiculous, though--we find a house and get all excited about it, tell everyone, even have people come over and walk through it with us to give us their opinion, tell our realtor we're "pretty serious about this one"...then start learning more about the place, have second thoughts, and decide to move on. It's happened several times now, and it's getting a little silly. But I guess every house has skeletons in the closet. (And with some of them, that's only sort of a figure of speech. Eek.)
Anyway, the house of the hour is actually the first one we looked at with our realtor, back at the beginning of October. We rejected it at the time on the grounds of it not having enough work for us to do on it, but we've started rethinking that pronouncement now that we've experienced a few houses with TOO much work needed. It's in South St. Paul, but that's all I'm going to say about it for now, for reasons stated above.
Wednesday night was my 10-year high school reunion. Happily, I wasn't at all nervous about it, just excited, and except for a rather predictable too-much-wine-on-an-empty-stomach incident, it was really a lot of fun. Saw some people I didn't expect to, saw some people looking like I didn't expect them to...the usual reunion story, I guess. It's very good that I still have close high school friends who make events like that comfortable and even enjoyable.
For Thanksgiving, Allen's mom again invited us over to her place along with my mom and the one sibling of mine who was available. (Last year, bakazaru, this year, neconeko and her boyfriend fadedtwilightx. Did I get that right this time?) We had a spectacular dinner and a relaxed kind of visit--very nice and much feeling thankful-ish (not least about the fact that our in-laws get along so well). Yesterday I helped transport Christmas decorations from my garage to my mom's place, and to get them set up, which was really very nice. There have been plenty of years I've been pretty grinchy about that, or at least about the volume of stuff needing to be moved, so I guess I'm trying to make up for it a little. It made me wish we had our Christmas tree already, but that will have to wait until Allen and I actually manage to be in our house and awake at the same time for more than an hour or two. Although it's probably better to wait a little longer on that than those family members who have artificial trees, anyway, since we don't want the tree to look by Christmas the way it did when we finally took it down last year (i.e. liable to burst into flames if two branches rubbed together the wrong way).
Last night, a couple friends came over bearing pizza and Pixar--perfect since I wasn't much in the mood to go anywhere, but it meant I didn't have to sit here alone while Allen was at his show. We were hoping to actually go and see a movie in the theater with them tonight (SO MANY I want to see!) but Allen has to go finish building sets after his show gets out at 7:30, so no dice.
So today has been, pretty much, butt-lazy. I have leaves to bag in the backyard but I'm waiting till Allen can help me with it tomorrow morning. Didn't get up till 10, had a late breakfast, and I've been reading backlogs of For Better or For Worse online. (This is what happens when you no longer get the daily paper.) Now, so I can feel at least somewhat like a productive member of society, I think I'll work on Christmas presents, or maybe even clean up some of the clutter around here. Pret-ty exciting, let me tell you.