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catastrophy) wrote2009-08-03 10:53 pm
catastrophy) wrote2009-08-03 10:53 pm
tile puzzle
I seem to be having great difficulty corraling all my possessions in one location.
In fact, it appears that I have several items trailing behind me, always one step behind.
I am in Kokomo, all my shoes are in Indy.
I am in Indy, all my cookbooks are in Kokomo.
I am in Kokomo, all my books are in WL.
I am in Indiana, my stolen car is recovered in CA.
Yes, SJPD finally found my car. Unfortunately, since my car and I are now several time zones apart, this isn't actually as useful as one would hope. It does, however, present me with the opportunity to sell the car and put the money toward wheels in IN... I'm still working out the details of getting the car picked up and checked over with Jono/Sushu.
After spending the better part of a week in Kokomo, it's nice to be in a house with only 1 small child, as opposed to 3. Love Sean and Sara, but they are noisy and demanding as only toddlers can be. Little Shane and his mommy are home and working out a routine. (Today was Nina's first day home alone with all 3 kids, hopefully she survived.) This weekend is the annual Muskegon camping trip, and I'm excited to go. After the Pacific, Lake Michigan doesn't seem scary. Also, blueberry pancakes. *drool*
Kristen and Kevin gave me a couple drawers in Lucy's dresser and reassembled a real bed for me to sleep in, and today I even got a log-in for their computers. I am undecided as to how big a deal this is, or perhaps how big a deal to make over it.
Until recently, it was Sushu and Jono making room for me. Now my family is ushering me back into the fold. I sorta feel like I should wear a sign, "Hi! My life is a mess right now. Please pardon my dust as I sort it out. Sorry for any inconvenience!"
My family hasn't said a peep, but I have this paranoid feeling that every adult I encounter is (secretly) judging me. Maybe that's way I feel so comfortable around my nieces and nephews---they have a totally different rubric for judging people, one that I can rock the socks off. I can play hide-and-seek, change diapers, cut pizza into bites, give hugs and kiss booboos like nobody's business.
If it's childcare or helping my sisters out around the house, I'm solid. But I'm only just starting to size up the bigger problems.
PS: OMG, Indianapolis, why don't you have good coffee?? What's wrong with you? No, Starbucks doesn't count. I don't care how many stores you have per capita---it still doesn't count. COFFEE FAIL
In fact, it appears that I have several items trailing behind me, always one step behind.
I am in Kokomo, all my shoes are in Indy.
I am in Indy, all my cookbooks are in Kokomo.
I am in Kokomo, all my books are in WL.
I am in Indiana, my stolen car is recovered in CA.
Yes, SJPD finally found my car. Unfortunately, since my car and I are now several time zones apart, this isn't actually as useful as one would hope. It does, however, present me with the opportunity to sell the car and put the money toward wheels in IN... I'm still working out the details of getting the car picked up and checked over with Jono/Sushu.
After spending the better part of a week in Kokomo, it's nice to be in a house with only 1 small child, as opposed to 3. Love Sean and Sara, but they are noisy and demanding as only toddlers can be. Little Shane and his mommy are home and working out a routine. (Today was Nina's first day home alone with all 3 kids, hopefully she survived.) This weekend is the annual Muskegon camping trip, and I'm excited to go. After the Pacific, Lake Michigan doesn't seem scary. Also, blueberry pancakes. *drool*
Kristen and Kevin gave me a couple drawers in Lucy's dresser and reassembled a real bed for me to sleep in, and today I even got a log-in for their computers. I am undecided as to how big a deal this is, or perhaps how big a deal to make over it.
Until recently, it was Sushu and Jono making room for me. Now my family is ushering me back into the fold. I sorta feel like I should wear a sign, "Hi! My life is a mess right now. Please pardon my dust as I sort it out. Sorry for any inconvenience!"
My family hasn't said a peep, but I have this paranoid feeling that every adult I encounter is (secretly) judging me. Maybe that's way I feel so comfortable around my nieces and nephews---they have a totally different rubric for judging people, one that I can rock the socks off. I can play hide-and-seek, change diapers, cut pizza into bites, give hugs and kiss booboos like nobody's business.
If it's childcare or helping my sisters out around the house, I'm solid. But I'm only just starting to size up the bigger problems.
PS: OMG, Indianapolis, why don't you have good coffee?? What's wrong with you? No, Starbucks doesn't count. I don't care how many stores you have per capita---it still doesn't count. COFFEE FAIL