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I post only to say:

Al of Londoun ys aflame wyth newes of the grete entertaynment of 'Serpentes on a Shippe,' the which ys perfourmed ech daye by the menne of the gild of beekeeperes (and thus ys ycleped a 'b-movie').

And:

I have a free microwave. It works. Please take it.

It just occurred to me that I have the perfect basement for band practice.

Anybody want to start a band?

He was stung by wasps as he tried to hook up our cable, so maybe he did know our mailer info, and was just too distracted by pain.

Random notes:
1) Of the ten (10) doors on the second and third floors, only two (2) of them close properly. None of these Good Doors are to the bathrooms, but one is to the ferrets' room, so that's good. And as soon as we buy them an air conditioner, they can be in their room, and not in ours, rattling around at all hours of the night.

B) I always put my parking brake on when I park my car (I used to never do it, but then I shared my car with a roommate who always used the parking brake, and I never remembered to take it off, and I drove all the way from Albuquerque to Santa Fe with it on, so I started using it out of self-defense). I am very good about using it, and never forget to take it off. Except, in the last four days, I've driven like six times with the parking brake still on. Not far, but still. I am clearly so frazzled by the move that I'm forgetting all those mechanical things I usually just do without thinking. Wonder if I can still tie my shoes.

* Non-move-related anecdote about stress: there's this thing my mom and I both share: when we are stressed out, we don't tend to freak out visibly too much, but we lose the ability to find the correct words for things. So we stutter and say "you know, the thing" a lot. When my mom was diagnosed with cancer my senior year in high school (she's fine now), there was a lot of pointing and stuttering going on in our house. It's a wonder we ever managed to carry on a conversation!

Off to build a couch! I hope!

Today was the Expedition to Ikea, which went quite well. We very much liked the first couch we saw, and so bought it, along with two computer desks and one desk chair. I would link to them, but the person who cares the most about such things is in Neuvo Zeeland, or some wacky place, and so won't be looking I am sure. Suffice it to say they are all nice. It's all being delivered the Thursday after we move, which is perfect, though when you spend all that money and then walk out of the store with only a stuffed whale, it does feel a bit like you've gone wrong somewhere. But the whale is awesome!

At home, the packing goes onward. Today was also Clean the FerretRoom Closet Day, and that was unpleasant. Not because of the ferrets, but because of the mice. I mean, I knew we had mice, though I haven't seen any in a while, and I knew they would sometimes go in the ferrets' room. But the mice I had seen were tiny little things, which belied the sheer volume of Mouse Nastiness in the ferrets' closet, which I haven't been in since I moved in here. Eww. It's clean now, thank goodness.

Tomorrow, I will pack the kitchen, J. will do the remainder of the bedroom and all his books, and I may tackle the storage closet. The bathroom and ferret room are clean, and they were the most in need of it, so that's done. I moved clothes over today, and will move various small boxes tomorrow, rather than pack boxes in boxes, which is just Wrong. Monday, I call to get cable internet (since the phone people still haven't figured out if I can have phone service at the new house). Tuesday, the tv and probably the computers go over, and Wednesday is the move. That's....not long at all.

I, uh......I think I just bought a house.

Woah.*


*ask me about the yelling. Oh, the yelling.

I started packing today, managing to cram most of the stuff in the ferrets' room into three medium and two small boxes. I think it'll be one more medium for the filing cabinet files. I also have to find more boxes; if anyone has some in a basement they want to get rid of, I'm your woman.

This is the easy phase - the Books Phase. Books stack nicely, and you can wedge in small things around the edges (which ends up with odd combos like German Grammer and Ponds Cream, or Poppy Z. Brite and Ribbons, but such is life). The hard part is the Rest of My Stuff, which I always feel I have to think about before I pack. Do I really need to keep all the badges from all the cons I've ever gone to? Can I throw away the ball of yarn for the project I never started and don't want to do now anyway? But, it's a whole ball of yarn! How about the adorable 20cc Erlenmeyer flask someone stole for me from the bio lab in college? I've had it for eighteen years, how can I give it up now?

The worse phase is the Misc Phase. I don't want to go into the closet in the ferrets' room; there's a small fridge in there and I fear it. The hall storage room is so full of stuff that it leaps out on you when the door is opened. The living room closet contains two concrete arches that we are never going to make into a table. Oy!

So far, the ferrets are being helpful, in that they are climbing in boxes and generally shuffling about the contents. I am optimistic that the boxes are so heavy that Otto will not be able to push one down onto Butters' head, thereby killing him. But I can't be 100% about that; sorry, Butters.

D-10 days to settlement (and the season premiere of SG-1, oddly).
D-23 days to move.
Y'all keep a good thought my allergies don't kill me!

Needless to say, I bought new pots. They were 79% off, bringing them down from a truly ridiculous price, to an actually quite reasonable one for a full set. Meet the Anolon 12-piece Non-Stick Cookware Set! The biggest stockpot has a steamer insert! It makes me want to steam things, and make soup, and go straight from the stovetop to the oven! Glass lids!!

*deep breath*

Okay, I'm okay.

So, mood icons? Small penguins? Hmm.

Geranium flavored dark chocolate - so good. Who knew? My dish detergent is geranium-scented! But it does not taste good, unlike my fancy imported chocolate. Yum! We should totally start that food parcel exchange, dear domesticgoddess!

*eats chocolate*

1) I found my third grey hair this morning. it is official; I am Old.

2) Butters is learning how to stand on his hind legs, like Otto. He's also figured out how to get in and out of the bathtub, with the help of a towel to climb on.

3) domesticgoddess, your package was sent Saturday. It's probably not the best installment, but treats are treats, plus it has xmas!

4) That is all.