Dear God, JZ. What a day, indeed. A lot of ~ma to all of you. Poor thing.

And "Satan's rancid ass juice" might be my new favorite expression.

JZ, what a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

My POD is unpacked. Bed is assembled. Desk is actually assembled too because the dudes I hired like puzzles. They were awesome. Though the person that recommended them to mom kept cautioning her not to be startled or put off by their appearances. Apart from them each having a facial piercing or two and one with rocking burgundy chunks in (dark) hair, I have no idea what she meant.

There are boxes everywhere. I did my clothes today. Tomorrow is bathroom and then the diaster that is kitchen because not only are there boxes in the way of half of the storage areas, I also don't know where I want things yet.

Of probably over 60 boxes, only three looked crushed and actually I haven't found anything broken in them (but haven't unpacked them completely) or anything else so far. I mean, I know that something breaking is probably inevitable but so far, so amazing. Especially given the clusterfuck that was my move to Oregon where I hired movers to do it all and they broken pages and pages of furniture and glasses and just everything. And never covered it. Today? One missing hardware doodad for my bed frame but I think that maybe was already missing. Probably from the assholes who moved me to Oregon.

Saw meteors tonight. And met half of the town because Mom knows every single person. Benefit for the local land trust. Storms rolled through earlier but then it got dark and it got really clear. And - bam - our atmosphere was playing Galaga.

And any minor earthquakes you feel

Amusingly my elementary school is being closed and a new one built. Turns out they finally care that it's on a fault. I just remember being told that we'd go through earthquake procedures after a spelling test which was interrupted by, you guessed it, an earthquake.

As an alternative, I asked for the caplets which I could open and try to dissolve in something but she always knew - one of my worst memories was backing her into a corner and repeating, over her screams, "you can't have a cookie until you've eaten your ice cream". In retrospect, it was absurd but at the time, I, too, felt like the evillest mom in the world. My only comfort is that it doesn't seem to be HER worst childhood memory - she is just amused by her obstinacy and somewhat proud that she managed to get two desserts out of me.

When I had a broken jaw that was wired shut, my dad would throw my antibiotics into whatever he was blending for me to eat. Thankfully it was pre-braces, so I didn't have to have a tooth knocked out. Just put the straw between the huge front gap.

There was an epic sulk when it was scrambled eggs tough. He won but I cannot imagine that was fun for him. I just used it as an essay in school and then sold the story for money eventually.

As glad as I am to have my couch again, I think I want my bed more right now. Moving is hard work. I have one lone sock. I will give it to a house elf if they unpack and organize my kitchen.

Yay for stuff arriving. I feel your pain on unpacking. I have bed, couch, recliner, TV and microwave. Just about everything else is still in boxes, waiting for the hole in my floor to be fixed. I envy your ability to unpack.

JZ, no clue what to say, except you are awesome, and don't you ever forget it.

ION - I think someone has a vodoo doll on me, and has a pin in the left thigh. I have a strange piercing/burning feeling in the muscle. Kinda reminds me of getting IM shots when I had back surgery.

IOON, I have discovered West Wing is streaming on Amazon Prime. So, I'm watching now. Love this show!

IOON, I have discovered West Wing is streaming on Amazon Prime. So, I'm watching now. Love this show!

So many good moments. Like the secret plan to fight inflation. Or Margaret signing the President's name. Or the President taking both the Vicodin and the Percocet at once.

JZ, I'm sorry for the day you're having, and Matilda's troubles. No fun at that age.

Or the President taking both the Vicodin and the Percocet at once.

JZ - I am so mad at that pharmacy on your behalf. Banana flavoring... I rmemeber that stuff. Bergh. Not to mention how scary, compounded by all the pharmacy clowns. What a nightmare to have to deal with - poor Matilda and you. I hope the dentist solves things fast.

Tonight, Ryan decided that he wanted to act out the tale of the Three Billy Goats Gruff, with he and daddy alternating the parts of the billy goats and the "bad troll". Conversation:

"You're a billy goat, Daddy."
"Oh ,ok. Am I the little, medium or big billy goat?"
"You're the big billy goat..."
"Ok, I can be--"
"...Because you have a big tummy!"
"..."

Clearly I had never paid sufficient attention to this particular tale when younger, as I was startled to learn (while playing the bad troll) that apparently the story ends with the biggest billy goat knocking the bad troll off the bridge into the river! ...Then jumping in after him and, um, washing the troll's hair. (It also ends with the mummy troll doubled up in laughter.)

My boy.

{{{{{JZ}}}}} I'm sorry. That sounds like a very traumatic day. I hope Matilda is feeling better soon.

JZ - I am so mad at that pharmacy on your behalf. Banana flavoring... I rmemeber that stuff. Bergh.

Also, this. I am gagging just thinking about banana flavoring.

waves hi

I have been coming in from time to time and skipping or skimming hundreds of posts, sending loving wishes, nodding in agreement, shaking fists of rage. And then not actually posting.

I have been in Otter Lake for a week now enjoying the cool nights and lovely days. DH arrived yesterday. The last month or so has been incredibly hectic and I am mentally and physically exhausted. Hoping to renew a bit.

I have lots to say to everyone, but it remains in my thoughts for the time being. I know we all go through this lurker thing from time to time so I appreciate the understanding.