If I go hang laundry out on the line, then I can go back to bed, or have brownies or something really good, right?

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We always use moves as a chance to shed stuff. It feels bad beforehand, but it's fine after.

My grandfather used to say, "Three moves is as good as a fire." Having to weed out books is no fun.

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JenP, I think the concept of silence in the library went the way of corporal punishment in the classroom in the '70s.

Fay, much beauracracy~ma to you. Dress regal; they'll think you're a celebrity and you'll get it done in no time.

Went to a Father's Day brunch with the family and dad this morning. My daughter had me pick her up because she was hung over and wasn't sure she could drive. Hee, first real night in her new apartment and a bunch of her friends are in the same complex or just up the road. Par-tay!

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JenP, I think the concept of silence in the library went the way of corporal punishment in the classroom in the '70s

I think you may be right. I miss the silence! (Not the other thing so much.) Although, to be fair, a lot of people are being nice and quiet; it just makes the others so much more noticeable in their not-quietness.

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My library is not so quiet either. Not bad, but not quiet. The new library is like one large open multi story space with too many hard surfaces. It sounds very hollow and empty. I can't get comfy there.

{{Sail's daughter's head}} I hate hangovers. Thankfully it has been quite a long time since I had one. Where Brendon plays pool they know to bring me a large glass of water with each glass of wine. I find it helps to not drink wine to quench thirst.

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Yes. I don't need to spend that much money. I have read them already. I do not go back and reread them every day, or every week, or every month. I do not need them. I like them, I want them, but actually I don't need them. And I really don't need to spend hundreds of pounds sterling on moving something I don't use on a regular basis.

This would earn you a look of utter confusion from Jilli. Your words do not match our Earth Logic.

ION, Me & Jilli went to the Science Fiction Hall of Fame awards last night, chiefly because the Master of Ceremonies was Neil Gaiman. Yes, we had a couple of conversations with the man during the evening, he was well-rested which was a nice change from when we see him on signing tours. Of course, the only reason he was well rested was because he'd been in bed for the previous week with tonsillitis. Yup, he never learns how to actually take time off...

Anyway, he was delightful company as ever, insisted on giving Jilli a hug when he first ran into her, actually remembered my name (trust me, I'm often Mr. Jilli to a lot of folks even in Seattle *sigh*) and we got a couple of photos. We'll see about getting those up somewhere soon.

Kitties are seemingly well-adjusted. The smaller one, Ruthven, will often cough really hard when he moves after being settled for awhile. We suspect a hairball he's having trouble shifting but we're watching it closely. Trinian continues to bristle & hiss from the other side of the door. Tzepesh is his usual unflustered, exuberant self. We're starting to prep the rest of the house for when we let loose the kitties in the very near future.

As for when the kitties meet, out vet advises us not to interfere and let them sort it out but I fear that Trinian's brain of very small size will just make her a very vicious being. I'm a tad concerned to say the least.

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I had her on the phone with me sobbing last week because the high school that he is attending this summer to shore up his math before being a freshman in the fall basically wouldn't let her in the door. She said she needed to change her address. "Your son can do that m'am." But they told me to bring a utility bill. "Give it to your son m'am." And so forth. She was hysterical on the phone with me.

I am sure she does need to loosen/cut the apron strings regarding the other stuff, Laura. And the sobbing above seems out of place, but no school my child is in, is going to tell me I can't enter. They can make me come to the office, follow whatever guest-identification/sign-in procedures they've established, and keep me from disturbing him and/or his class. If, however, they don't let me in the door, my kid is coming back out. Frankly, it's a little creepy they wouldn't let her go to the office to update the contact information. Maybe things are just different up here. We have to be buzzed into the school, and have to sign in the office. If, for example, Ben forgot his homework or lunch money, I wouldn't bring it to him, but they'd let me in the damned school.

One of his brothers was served with surprise divorce papers, when he got home from work. I'm just sitting here shaking my head.

Good lord. Surprise and divorce are not two words that belong next to each other.

Yeah. Apparently they were dated a couple of months ago, but she just served him this week. It's been brewing all this time, I think she was just waiting for the money to retain a lawyer. He had no clue. They're both still living in the house, and as told by an in-law today, sharing the same room. It all smells like a disaster waiting to happen, to me.

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Sounds like that disaster is well in progress, actually. Yikes.

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Oh yeah, but the still occupying the same premises seems like an extra bad thing.

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I would find it... confusing at best, I think. Yikes.

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