Lunch: Chocolate Milkshake

This seemed like such a good idea at the time. Actually I just meant is as a compliment to lunch, but I picked it up on the way to dropping off the table and chairs at 12:30pm and, a bit off-schedule, had not had lunch yet. I fully intended to eat the lunch I brought when I returned to the office, but the shake was so filling that I decided I would forgo the fish, asparagus and wild rice.

Of course, explain this to my plummetting blood sugar as I drove home.

Nothing that an emergency bowl of [granola] cereal couldn’t fix as the Tandoori Chicken roasted in the oven.

The maintenance crew did not return today but it was nonetheless impressive to walk into the Abyss and see a wide, navigable path and RA6 on the second workstation, just waiting to be finished. Which it now is, after some finishing touches in PSE, and ready to go for next Tuesday.

o_O The intarwebs ate the rest of my post… Um… lessee…

So there was more babbling about the comic but I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore [I think I'll actually put it in the RA... blog next Tuesday] and maybe there was some stuff about what I was going to do Friday night but whatever else was has disappeared into the ether. Maybe the ether-bunny will find it fun and leave me alone for a while…

Floor!

I can see some of the Abyss floor. It must be announced.

So I decided today while at work that I had two choices for tonight: hide under the covers with the Black Dahlia book I’m reading or do /something/ about the crazy mess in the Abyss. Frankly the mess does nothing for me except make me claustrophobic and I hate the wasted space, so into the Abyss it would be.

Of course, I knew I’d need to bribe myself sufficiently so I picked up take-out on the way home as fortification (this also removed the necessary obstacle that would have been cooking dinner, thus taking up to much precious tackle-time). First on the list after dinner was putting the old table and chairs into the car, forcing me to take them to Goodwill tomorrow during lunch and getting them the hell-up out of the Abyss. Honestly things were looking somewhat civilized in there until I needed to put the chairs some place when I put up the new IKEA set.

That was when I saw it: proof that someone had been in my home. Gasp!

Now, living in an apartment complex with a maintenance staff means that there are certain other people with access to the insides of my home for various reasons (repairs, pest control, etc.). And, yes, when I signed the new lease this past weekend I did ask (again) about the Abyss door which has had a hole punched through it for the whole two years I’ve lived here (the original replacement was the wrong size and I guess no one ever followed up on it though I know I asked about it a few times). Furthermore, one more reason for my need to tackle the Abyss is that persons unknown would be subjected to it in order to eventually fix said door (hope spring eternal).

But I didn’t expect it to happen today!!!

No, the door still shows evidence of violence and now has a new hole where they took out the doorknob. The doorknob assembly leaning against my old Olympus typewriter being what clued me in that all was /not/ as I’d left it. (No, it was not that the things usually kept behind the Abyss door were now in /front/ of the Bureau of Fabric–yes the clutter is so bad that both table leaves, the slacker chair, a plastic shlef and the bed frame box being newly visible was not enough to alert me; does this give you an idea of the level of issues this room has?)

Still, I was already on a mission so the table top, leaves, legs and 3 chairs: into the car they went. After that I was a bit confused as to what to tackle next–there was just so much stuff everywhere. So I did the most logical thing. I hung up the dragon hanging organizer from IKEA over the folding closet door. At some point I’m sure I’ll actually store stuff in it, but for now it’s menacing flames are pointed towards the windows just in case someone gets a funny idea.

Next was the fabric. Oh my do I have a lot of fabric. The Bureau of Fabric? filled to the gills. But I did have a spare long tote that was hanging out empty (what I used for camping storage before I got the deep blue ones for Gulf Wars. Into the tote went a good bit of the fabric worth keeping (I had some tiny scraps that just went away-away) and then what to do with the tote: hah! under the bed it went (mostly willingly). Then I discovered the top-most tote in the craft closet was only about half full so more fabric when into it. Of course, I tried to be smooth and set the lid beside the tote, resting on the lid beneath it. This was stupid as it promptly slid down along the wall to the bottom corner of the closet. It can stay there, too, as having no lid meant I could pile the remaining fabric on top of the full tote for now. Serendipity! (I meant to do that, honest.)

I then took a nostalgia break and flipped through the 5 years of Latin scrapbooks the Bun offloaded to me a couple years ago. Some people’s Myspace pages will be eventually hit with high school photos, oh yes they will! I also managed to impale my left hand on a loose peace of hardware on the first book but at least I know when my last tetanus shot was! (two weeks ago Friday morning and the swelling finally went down last week)

Now I will say that the fabric and the excess furniture piled up, now being out of sight, makes a HUGINORMOUS difference in the room. I mean, there’s still beau coup stuff to be sorted and such in the rest of the room, but there is a serious amount of floor visible in all its beigeness. And and AND… my workstation desk with the tilted worsurface? Visible, accessible, and clear. I can see moving the Random Acts… stuff from the kitchen table to this workstation verra verra soon. How much do I rock?

A lot, I’d say. You would too had the progress been visible. I bet the maintenance guys will be impressed, too, if they ever actually come back…

Being a girl is tough work!

So. The cruise date is coming up quickly (just 2.5 weeks to go if that!) and Mom still needed something for formal night. The idea was to maybe go shopping this weekend but that didn’t happen: Mom decided that she was home and was going to stay home. Instead we went to Catherine’s after work tonight with plans to have dinner at the Olive Garden once we were finished.

Since I don’t wear a watch I’m really not sure how long we were at Catherine’s but we succeded in finding Mom a fabulous outfit for formal night, a casual shirt for her, and a glitzy top for me (which will probably get paired with one of my many black skirts for formal night). Dinner was nice and leisurely and, since we were out, we decided to see if we could find appropriate shoes for Mom while we still had the outfit to match with us.

To the Mall we went, the big Mall, and proceded to cover about half of it. We found shoes right off (which is a bit of a surprise since it’s an odd color between grey and taupe we were trying to match) but then I suggested we look for a cute evening bag for her as well. Y’all, I never thought she’d go for it but she did and we traipsed through several stores trying to find just the right color bag for the outfit.

Of course we succeded and we found another cute shop while making our rounds that I will definitely have to return to when I have a clothes budget once again. [Stupid ER trip messed up some budgetary issues for the end of May, meh!] ['meh' really shouldn't be followed by an exclamation point as emphatic apathy seems to be a contradiction in terms however it was wholly appropriate to the sentiment.] As we left Macy’s we noticed that the crowds were getting quite light and that the kiosks were closing up. Mom checked her watch to see that it was a quarter til 9–no wonder we were starting to tire!

All in all it was a very successful trip and I can’t wait to see everyone’s face when they get a load of Mom’s plunging neckline!

Hey! It’s Monday!

Silly 3-day weekend, confusing me. I actually came quite close to not uploading the next installment of Random Acts…

And a clarification: Last night’s entry was not a ‘poor pitiful me please pet me’ post. I was venting a bit of frustrations, it’s my blog, I can do that. No need to set up a watch or some such nonsense (though I appreciate the concern…). I’m quite stable.

I’m down to 2 stitches from the original 4 as of this morning, so improvement has been seen. I’m going to try going it without the foam finger and see if I can manage not to make the remaining stitches angry. I must say, it’s nice to be able to bend my index finger again!

Aside from laundry at Mom’s (what does it say about me that I have enough articles to justify an entire load of just reds?) and cooking and such I have done very little of actual consequence. I have a feeling that this week might be a very busy one though, so expect things to change! Change is good, right?

I guess I could post…

Something at least.

Blah. That’s what today has pretty much been. I went to knitting partially because E would be there and it’d be one last chance to hang out before she leaves town for who knows how long but mostly because I knew if I didn’t go to knitting then I wouldn’t leave the house today. Just nothing was going on and I had no plans. Consequently, nothing much happened.

Tomorrow looks to be much of the same–maybe I’ll go over to Mom’s to do a load of laundry or something. On the one hand I enjoy the long weekend but with no plans, no one to hang out with, and no one seeking my company… well, it just emphasizes my solitary lifestyle all the more (like I need the reminding). Eh, maybe next week will pick-up, or maybe I’ll care less; something has to change or I’m going to end up even more cynical and possibly bitter over this whole mess of a life I’ve managed to assemble.