June 12th, 2007


OTRwC, Day 2, part 1

Last night Bullet didn't do as many meow trips. When he did get a little insistent I got up, freshened his food and water, and cleaned his litter box. He ate some and quieted down.

I woke several times thinking of my house. Wondering if I forgot something important. I don't think so but it's too late now if I did. It's strange to be out here without all those lists. I was constantly coming up with lists: pack, mail, give away, sell. And now no more. So now I think of new ones. I think about unpacking, about hauling everything into the new house. How will it all fit, I ask myself? But of course there will be more room and there is actually not as much stuff. I think about where I will put this or that thing, how I will manage the cat dishes. Right now I am keeping Bullet's food and water dishes on the lower shelf of the cabinet that holds the television. It's a nice height and it's out of the way of someone (me) kicking it or someone (housekeeper) vacuuming. I like this idea, having the dishes on a shelf near the floor. But of course my cupboards will have doors and I probably won't want to remove one right away. Of course I could do as E & E do and feed the critters at set times during the day and put away the dishes the rest of the time.

Today I am going to fold all of my clothes, the clean ones, sort it all and repack the suitcase. I have another compact bag I can use for all the extra clothes that I threw into a laundry basket when I left. I also want to take the stuff out of the car so I can rearrange everything and put together those things that are not going anywhere with me this month. Those things I will take to the storage buildings and tuck them in.

Tonight is our "dress" rehearsal. The final rehearsal, the first one with the organ. That's likely to throw us off. But it will be fun to watch and hear this grand new organ for the first time.

OtRwC Day 2, part 2: mainlining

I am challenging my dialup connection. I'm uploading pictures to my picasaweb album, sending and downloading email, and writing this journal entry. I am a supreme multitasker, which is why I am so often frustrated.

I am not frustrated with this dialup connection. I didn't expect rocket speed. Neither did I expect the connection to be so stable, given the last time I used dialup in a motel. It is pleasingly well-connected. Yes, it has dropped off twice in two days, but only after I had ignored it for a while, wasn't using it. So the upshot is that I find the peoplepc commercials irritating but I like the service and the price. SO FAR.
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OtRwC Day 2 Part 3: oh baby

I don't buy candy bars. I used to buy them when I was a child. I preferred Milky Ways because they gave me more for the nickel - and I could actually buy one for a nickel. But I loved all of the Big Ones. Baby Ruth. Hershey's. I would buy them one at a time with my allowance, and later I would buy packages at the supermarket - twelve to a pack, as I recall - with my mother's grocery money.

Ah yes, I was a thief. I did the grocery shopping starting in about seventh grade and part of the rewards of that little chore was these bags of candy bars. And the stops at Doncker's for sundaes. Of course my mother did not know about these things. Sometimes we had Eggs Goldenrod to make up for my passions, because that's a cheap dish.

I don't buy them now, as an adult. That little conscience thing or my Better Self or just some sort of neurosis tells me no. There are exceptions. Like now. Today, as part of my string of vending machine betrayals, I went for a candy bar. A Baby Ruth. Only it got hung up on the little twisty thingy and would not come loose. So I had to (had to!) put five more quarters in the ripoff machine and get a second one. I got both then.

Did I mention that I tried for a pepsi earlier and put a ten dollar bill in and the machine ate it? Yeah. I had to go to the office to get it back. I think I have irritated everyone on duty by now, because I am always wanting change for those machines. And they tend not to have any. Which leads me to think - why don't they have a change machine? I have no answer.

I ate both Baby Ruths. Who else was going to?