One of my college roommates, a law student, had an astounding memory. While it was great for stuff like being able to cite law books verbatim, it also meant she could remember exactly every argument she'd ever had, every insult, every horrible experience pretty much in Technicolor.

When I'm having a bad day, old old forgettable stupid shames start playing on repeat. (Like when I went to the wrong location to deliver an order and ended up getting lost and then I ended up making the delivery an hour late. Like it matter now, 15 years later?)

I'd hate to remember all of them.

Liese, the main thing I'm doing is cutting out 90% of the fried foods (today's dinner will probably be my total fried food for the week), half of my Diet Coke intake (from around 10 bottles to 5 last week), and around 75% of my sweets. Just doing that has worked wonders so far!

Also, the diet place I go to gives me appetite suppresants so I don't get the mid-afternoon and late-night munchies that I always have. That really helps me a lot.

I'm refraining from posting to the neighborhood listserv. I want a little more assurance. But it is hard. Partly because there has been some negativity (you think we do kerfuffles? Heheheh. Mix in people who gravitate out of geography, not general interests) of late and I think a "HI! I'm moving in and let me tell you why even though you are kerfuffling!" might be a welcome antidote...OMG, I am THAT person. For all my hermit homebody introvert private NOW, I am neighborhoody (which y'all are now pointing and laughing.) I might be the superenthused newbody people alternate between mocking and embracing.

Gonna wait until 4/6. Really. That's when we are to inspect the work done. And if it isn't complete, closing slips. And it is raining tomorrow. On the old roof. That might still leak. Ahrg.

All neighborhood listserves have kerfuffles. -- speed of traffic which morphs into moms on cellphones dropping off kids at school , which turns in to graffiti and car break in posts. Over and over again

and then somebody post about the migration of the red admiral butterflies thru the neighborhood

Go, Kathy! Yay you!

Ooh, now I want to go waste some time on that website. I think I remember looking at it a while ago, and some of the stuff was jaw-dropping.

OMG, neighborhood boards? I don't know why I am surprised, but I am. Oooh, that would scare me! I couldn't do it. But YAY on your house! Big deal!

our neighborhood board has a poster who likes to question people's parenting decisions and safety choices OFTEN IN ASSCAPS.

I'm really thankful my neighborhood doesn't have an email list.

Oh, there is so much drama! Latest is of coming down on robbery victim for her negative attitude voiced on list. Dude, she was robbed! She's bitter, let it lay. But she got all HATE THIS PLACE YOU SUCK and people are taking it personally. Me? I laugh because someone DIED behind crimetape that included my car of late. Neighbors at my maybe new place are exchanging tons of numbers to facilitate someone watching them when they get home in case of muggers, which is all kinds of love. Chance of that happening here? Well, I have 3 good ones. Really, they don't know what they got in newberhood. They're working, but they don't know. ( As I listen to a neighbors's neglected/unsocialized pretty pit bark his head off, confined to a balcony. Just wrong.)