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The move is on! David is resigning at the end of the year and we are not renewing the lease. Come this fall we’ll either be in New England or living in a moving truck stuck in Eau Claire WI. We shall see, as David says.
Everyone has a list of things they hate, divorce, murder, watching nudity dances and the like. Close to the top of my list is moving. Moving is a pain in my ass, all the packing and lugging boxes and unpacking and lugging piles of empty boxes. I have been in this place since 2005, seven years!! This was supposed to be my temporary place until David and I either decided to get a place together or I would get something more permanent. Instead, a couple months later David moved in with me and there we are.
Now we are moving to something more permanent. Details about chickens and acreage and permaculture and cob houses will be shared later. Right now I am just wienering around.
We’re in the ‘sort and toss or donate or recycle or scream your fool head off when a desiccated centipede falls out of a project basket you forgot about 3 years ago’. I went through my yarn stash and blasted out anything that didn’t have a good plan in place (or was worth keeping). I have now sent 4 kitchen size trash bags of yarn, just the yarn! to the thrift store and still, STILL all the containers are full of yarn. My house is a damned yarn tardis (your mom is a tardis, bigger on the inside).
Also, the only thing I hate more than moving or packing or letting Chester practice home dentistry on me is garage sales. I hate having garage sales, hate them with all my soul. I’m donating everything because I do not want to spend my time carpdicking around over a nickle. It’s all donated and it’s all going. Incidentally, if you are in the twin cities area and would like a free tv, dvd player, 55 gallon aquarium with ALL the peripherals, and possibly a portable dishwasher that you hook up to the sink, let me know. They’re yours if you get them out.
But, for all the complaining there is a goodness. This is an awesome opportunity for us, a way to really change things. If it gets messed up we’ll deal with it. I’m worried about leaving my friends and family here, especially the lovely niece, Viivi, but we can travel back and forth to visit and also, I have friends and family all over this country and anywhere I move will put me close to someone. So, there it is! We’ve got no choice but to be mobile by the end of summer and we may as well head east.
How I have survived this far…total mystery.
Decided to do pink hair over the weekend. Grabbed the tube that makes this color
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I hadn’t used it in a long while and expected it might have gone off or whatever it is that tubes of spacechemicals do when they finally decide to die…dye. Usually the dye comes out of the tube like shampoo, this didn’t. It had turned incredibly runny and watery, it just poured out of the tube into my hand. And the color was completely off, it was a dark purple runny liquid in my hand waiting to go on my head.
Where the wise person says, “Oh, this substance is the exact opposite of what it should be, I’d better not put it on my body!” and survives, I think, “but…it’s already on my (gloved hand) and I don’t want to really pour it down the sink and it’s kind of a good color…. oh hey! This spreads over my hair super fast… that is a good color!” and still cheats death.
My hair looks exactly like a cherry tootsie pop.
You didn’t get too big, you just needed something bigger
Go outside and turn to the south, feel the sun on you. Make sure your feet are planted firmly on the ground, try to scooter your feet around until you are good and stuck-ish. Close your eyes and stretch your arms all the way up.
There it is, the entire planet holding you by your feet and swinging you at 1000 miles an hour through the solar system.
Story Times
There once was a crazy old lady called Auntie BubboPants. She has a niece she loves very much.
One day she decided to visit her niece.
and off she went
When she arrived she found sweet Viivi in such a state!
So she hugged Viivi
and gave her a little kiss.
Little Viivi drifted off
and dreamed about some tapir doing colorado dancing with a sesame plant.