On practicality and not paying attention

The perfect boxes for packing books for moving are the 12 pack beer boxes. Unfortunately, most of those boxes were filled with donation books and carted to their new homes never to return to me. So, I rectified that situation! I went and got a box from the liquor store, cost me some dollars but was filled with Blue Moon. I have been diligently drinking said Blue Moon in order to free up the box for packing. As I work my way through this box I have discovered that Blue Moon boxes are flimsy and totally not the same caliber as Leinies boxes. Dang, looks like there is some Sunset Wheat also in my future.
This is how much I care! I am just sacrificing my liver to the beer so that we can pack up and move with ease. True.
But on to other things.
Generally I believe that if you don’t like the political direction your city, state or federal government is headed then you need to work on that. I have no appreciation for the whole ‘if Tedrow Assflounder gets elected I’m moving to Canada/Lichtenstein/your mom’s house’. If you don’t like the politics of your area then do something about it.
Yeah, do something.
I realized that I was relieved to be moving to Vermont. All the Tim Pawlenty and Michele Bachmann and the same sex marriage amendment…
[Very very long diatribe about taxes, white flight, boomers, education, religion, IR vs GOP, Woodbury, corn subsidies and other bullshit that David talked me out of as it would seem that emptying boxes of their beer might make for bad motivation when it comes to political blog posts.]
Fuck Michele Bachmann.
So…um…. something more palatable… I found the perfect sunglasses, they hover right on the line between awesome and obnoxious. Personally, I need to find that line again because I’m wallowing in obnoxious right now.


The rally cry of the girl with problems

I hate moving, I just keep repeating that over and over. The only good part about moving is that quiet moment in your new home when it is completely empty of stuff and full of ideas. Then you drag in box after box of everything you already thought of and they crush your ideas under their weight of old newspapers and too much tape.
And, of course, those boxes had to be packed and all that stuff needs to be wrapped in newspaper (or, if you are marginally clever you can use the ACRES of table linens to wrap your stuff).
And, of course, you had to take the time to look at each thing and weigh its importance. Do I need an olive boat? Kind of… except I hate olives more than moving… but it is perfect for serving olives at cocktail parties… but when was the last time I threw any party, cocktail or otherwise? When was it? Oh! Yeah, it was back before my brain broke. Sushi party? I literally have every single thing that you need to throw an extravagant sushi party (except the big wooden boat!) I’ve got the teeny tiny soy sauce bowls, chopstick holders (2 sets), those little ceramic bits that hold the wasabi and gari, little ceramic soy sauce containers, plates and trays and all manner of sushi serving dishes and eating dishes and sake cups (though, I don’t have the wooden masu style cups… I don’t even like sake!). Am I ever going to through a sushi party? I hope so, I’m going to be that much closer to the ocean. But will I really?
And which books do I keep? Do I want to carry megatons of books across the country? That was easier than the serving dishes. You’d think we had some sort of low brow library of Alexandria judging by all the books that have been donated already and still there are too many left.
All of these things have to be boxed up and put in a truck and carried across the way and unloaded from the truck and unboxed and put away. At the other end I’m going to wonder what the hell I was thinking keeping the dvd of puppet porn (where did that come from? I can not remember!) or the ice crusher I never use but is so clever it’s worth keeping just in case.
I’ll be in Vermont next week, hopefully setting up a place to rent while we go house hunting. Then it’s back here and the final 6 weeks. Packing it up and going.
It’s totally going to be worth it.

Duke Chester III of Nokomia

Many moons ago (I really should have written this a long time ago but I am brainholed and easily distracted) I got up and checked my email and there it was, a picture of a portrait painted of Chester. I kept staring at it in a bit of disbelief because who would paint a portrait of Chester (sorry, Chester, but yeah)?
One of the Pantsters, a very creative and artistic (that really fails to sum up her talent and her ability to create such beautiful art, sorry) had seen a photo of Chester on my flickr jiggity.

Chester is a good dog.

A rare moment of quiet for Chester.
(the craziest part of that photo is just how clean my carpet was. Like diggity clean.)
She grabbed that photo and made for me a gift that will always be so very dear to me.

Chester 12Pound

Darlissa Riggs
, so very talented in ways I can’t even list. She is always on top of one beautiful endeavor or another. I am always in awe of the range of talents she possesses.
Just the honor of having my Chester 12Pound immortalized on canvas was awesome, but she also shipped the original portrait to me. It hangs on my wall.


I am so lucky in this life to have my awesome friends and family. So many wonderful and generous people surround me and sometimes I am unable to find the words that truly express my love for them.


Probably a good thing she saw the other picture first.