Yay for something being easier than expected! Always good.

Yay Jesse for getting rid of things! Yay Burrell for handling your sister's stuff. And jealous of Laura's mangos. Dang!

I did not drink anything last night at Pride (and yet still woke up with a headache), but mostly because it was gross out. I hit up Trans* Pride, and wnadered around a bit, then went to my country dancing, then to a friend's birthday at a local restaurant, then met up with friends who are spending the weekend at my place at the lesbian bar beergarden. Sadly, the temperature had dropped significantly by then, and it was pouring rain. So the beergarden was not so much fun, and we didn't stay long. BOO, I was unable to scope out hotties! Sigh. But this morning I am eating granola with some strawberry rhubarb chia seed pudding that I made from scratch yesterday. I feel very accomplished.

And I took a load to Sally Ann -- plus got my roommate motivated (by giving her a deadline, and insisting that she come and help load/unload even tho' with her knee it's more of a token effort) to add her stuff to the pile.

Also I finally have my web portfolio website ready for a soft opening: ConstanceHirsch.com. I didn't realize that portfolios of UI and coding for web developers/designers is more of the "done" thing, so I'm making up for lost time.

(Feedback is encouraged, especially if something Doesn't Work. That's why it's a soft opening, because I want some friendly feedback soonest.)

Of course, having actually created the daughter theme for WordPress and gotten it online is only half the battle... now I actually have to write up stuff and make screenshots of past projects, et cetera.

It is apparently Get Rid of Stuff Weekend -- everyone was going into Goodwill with huge bags and boxes. I wonder why this weekend?

End of the quarter? Really seriously time for spring cleaning now that it's summer?

There's a U-haul across the street, I hope they aren't moving out already they seem like good neighbors.

More tea! Second pour time.

I will send everyone who signs up the full cleanse guidelines.

Woo! I got the site generated email from you, msbelle. I will start Monday. Diet part sounds easy enough except that I probably won't do without salt. First there is the whole Florida thing where we lose a lot, and my medication depletes sodium. I'm looking forward to it.

The Salvation Army donations were hopping, too -- two cars pulled in while we were putting bags on the dock!

Older bro is back from rehab and doing better, looks better, actually talking. Today was the date of his wedding that of course didn't happen.

"Take care of yourself" was the closest I got to acknowledging that his life sucks/is ruined. Listened to him lecture me on how I needed to speak up at work and to embrace new technology when I can in fact disable the new functions of Windows 8 and my job isn't technology based, so please kindly fuck off if I want to be a 36 y/o complaining about those damned kids on my lawn with their new-fangled technology. And it just reminded me all over again how much I don't like him. Because our conversation should not have ended up with him lecturing me about how I needed to keep up to date with technology or I'd be left behind. I have no idea where that came from, or how it was relevant to my life.

Which is just so him. Back when I was in highschool and a high honors student and he was writing me letters from jail, he was always giving out life advice, and don't I dare disregard him. I tried to disown him then and soon realized it would mean disowning my mom. So I played nice and didn't talk about anything real. Two decades later, I still nothing that loser, and when mom asks me in his presence if I want her to pass the phone to him, I say yes and talk nonsense and hang up on him as soon as I can. Because I can't offer my condolences, because it's all his fault, and I thought his fiancé was a dumbass for being involved with him to begin with and leaving him is the smartest thing she's done in the tenure of my knowing her. And I won't give advice, because he's great at being a yes-man and talking about how he's going to get his life back together and making you believe him. Whatever you say man, so long as it involves you moving out of my childhood room so I can visit the rest of my family again.

Whew.

Went into work for a half hour to meet with potential donors who want a memorial tree. That was hard, because I vaguely knew the guy, and it was recent, and the wife (my age, he died of cancer) was obviously still raw and fragile while her in-laws were rocks. Just the second-hand restrained grief was enough to make me shaky, and also feel like an ass I showcased trees for them and pointed out their features. I wished I'd not known the guy at all, or known him a whole lot better.

Julie, you did them a kindness. That's what matters and what they needed.

What sarameg said.