Things:

99% positive it was stylist's boyfriend.

Got a fb message from someone I don't know. It's an old friend of my neighbor, B. A little concerned they haven't heard from him since his 50th, but they can tell from previous posts that I live nearby & do stuff with him, can I tell him to ping them? I'm able to reassure them he's alive and kicking and I'd just said hi to him an hour ago, he's ok, I'll tell him, he's probably just off fb. And no, really, not terribly weird at all. Believe me. Seriously, I get it big time.

High probability of baby goats tomorrow.

I'm going to be leaving this apartment at the end of the school year (end of May). Since I don't yet have a new job for next year, I'm going to be staying with my parents for at least a few months during the summer while I find a new job and then get a new place to live near that new job, wherever it is. I'm trying to figure out how to organize all my stuff for this. I think I'll need to put some of my furniture and things like that into storage for that time. My couch and bed are both twelve years old, and really not in great shape, so I might donate those and get new ones when I get a new place. But I really have no idea what to do with clothes and books and stuff like that, where I don't know which stuff I'll need because I don't know how long it'll be before I find a new place. Any suggestions on how to organize all this?

Do your parents have a place to park a pod or something?

Do your parents have a place to park a pod or something?

Hmm. Possibly. But it looks like then I'd have to hire people to load all my furniture into it.

Either you get rid of it or hire someone to do something with it, right?

True. But that means coordinating between getting the POD delivered here at the right time and having the people who'll move my stuff be here, as opposed to a regular moving company, where that's all one thing. My apartment now just has street parking, so I don't think that I could leave a POD in a street parking space overnight (or could I?).

Sorry, sorry! I had to jet to 5:30 yoga class and then talk with D.

Basically, it went well. There's info gathering to be done about some things, but basically, without going into huge detail -- the parenting plan was never. fucking. filed. So we focus on the sale of the house first, and she thinks she's owed 6% interest for each month blah blah, bad property settlement, I could KILL Dan's original divorce lawyer -- it's goddamned COMPOUND PER ANNUM, ha! BOOYAH!

But we went through the list of stuff to do, and we are going to be able to slowly, patiently, get this monkey off our back in time. We create and FILE a parenting plan with, ahem, the help of a lawyer and D not just being out of an abusive relationship (and ahem, with ME backing him the fuck up all the way)

There's some things D didn't do, natch, that we'll need to be wary of, but generally, I walked out of that meeting with the feeling that the lawyer was proficient (and kinda reassured by my efficiency and intellect.) D feels a LOT better.

STILL don't know if she has signed the contract -- haven't heard back from realtor. But if she hadn't, I think realtor would have been blowing up D or I's phone via text -- she's on a cruise now.

So -- forecast, mostly sunny, with a light breeze and slight chance of some high winds. But we've got a wind shelter and an umbrella.

the parenting plan was never. fucking. filed.

...what? It what now? You're freaking kidding.

We need to figure out how to acclimate him back to sleeping in the living room without losing his tiny little mind.

When my allergist told me not to let the dog sleep in my room we put up a child gate in my doorway and put the dog's bed right outside the gate. He could still see me and keep track of me that way.

My apartment now just has street parking, so I don't think that I could leave a POD in a street parking space overnight (or could I?).

I've seen it done here, but I guess that would depend on local regulations.

So, an old boyfriend of mine just died, I just found out. We dated a long time ago, 1980. He was a newsman on the radio and a very good one: [link] He was brilliant and a a lot of fun, but I finally figured out after a few months that I was more of a side piece for him than a true girlfriend and I broke up with him.

I don't feel sad exactly, just full of memories.