Friday, February 11, 2011
There are tales about alien abduction involving spaceships that land, round up individuals for scientific experiment and then deposit them back on Earth. Following on from what we were saying yesterday, we can't really categorise those beings from another world as remote and stand-offish. Or can we? Perhaps they are taking those samples so that they can find out why the human race is so stupid, and then develop an antidote for this. Daft humans and aliens apart, you may yet have a weekend that is out of this world.
Saturday, February 12, 2011- Week Ahead
How very odd the world is. There are surpluses in some places, shortages in others and I am not merely referring here, to matters of money, food or climate. Half the planet is deeply religious, the other half wildly irreverent. Half are apparently happy to be governed by an autocracy, the other half demand democracy. And often it seems that half of us are bored witless while the other half are scared. Now look at your own life. What have you got far too much of? What do you sorely lack? Surely a trade-off can occur? Of course it can. And this week, a very good swap can yet be made.
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So, the whole sublet plan fell through in one fell swoop yesterday. And I'm not sad about it at all, actually. It never truly made sense to me. I just didn't want to inconvenience my parents terribly. Basically all three places have breed restrictions, so the dogs couldn't come with. That's a deal breaker. We're a pack now, a slightly disfunctional pack, and I'm pretty sure they will eat me if I die. I hope my parents aren't freaking out terribly. They seem to be taking it well. And I know it's fate because instantly the whole Smartbox deal came through (I had been playing phone tag with them, and didn't have a clear concept how they wanted to work). What's more, Erik and Tom are available to help move, my mom came into a wee jackbot of boxes, and LA felt soo much closer.
It felt so much closer.
I told my parents I would do my best to keep it two months. It would be heavenly to move in May: good time of year, time for changes, spring's busting through. That way I get to move in before LA's hot summer settles in. Course, I'm talking like I'll have a job. A good job!
Yesterday, I opened a fortune cookie and it said to remember today three months from now. I can't tell if that's foreboding or not, but I read it and felt hopeful. So, let's just say it's positive. May 11, 2011: moving date? Actually, I just read it again: I know I read it and felt positive! It said Remember this date three months from now. Good things are in store for you."
I felt awful for the three potential subletters. All three are anxious to make major moves. All three are in their early 20s and desire a different life, a different location, etc. One was obviously studying at VCU and decided to transfer back to Northern VA to pursue a different degree. One is an artist and musician, who obviously dislikes Richmond and feels desperate to get back to her beloved Austin, TX. One, a fashion lover (I felt a deep kinship with her quickly), who realized she wasn't going to graduate this year, and decided to pursue a relationship instead. I wanted to help all three, but I don't know anyone making a temporary move. I remember that desperation well in my 20s, the impatience, the fire. I used it to leave graduate school and run off to Chicago in a series of hastily made decisions, that I totally don't regret anymore. When I first moved back to Richmond, I had to face those decisions, but now, pssshaw, I'm done with regret of that sort. Anyway, they reminded me of me, and for that reason, I felt even better about this decision to stay with my parents for a couple of months.
That's just it: I shouldn't be saying "move back in", rather stay with them for a couple of months. Because my stuff will be in storage, ready to go. I just need some time to gather a few more $$ and potentially change cars, and prepare the animals, and search for a job, and an apartment, get headshots, tighten up my abs: you know, be completely mentally and physically ready to bring on the "new fabulous life" as Nancy likes to call it.
And I will have tight abs, dammit.
As for my week ahead, and weekend ahead, actually, I have lots to do and unfortunately, I'm not sure how much time I'll have to visit Granny or Em. I need to:
-memorize the remainder of donors (although waiting to hear back from Anne Chapman)
-run and weight train
-take the dogs on two big walks
-begin packing, planning what to take with and what to store
-meet with Jen, the dog whisperer
-Bowl for charity as a key member of Team Sparkle (and no, this is not a Twilight reference)
I hope I can get the memorization done, so then I can at least visit with Em and Gran after work one day this week. C'mon weekend!
There are tales about alien abduction involving spaceships that land, round up individuals for scientific experiment and then deposit them back on Earth. Following on from what we were saying yesterday, we can't really categorise those beings from another world as remote and stand-offish. Or can we? Perhaps they are taking those samples so that they can find out why the human race is so stupid, and then develop an antidote for this. Daft humans and aliens apart, you may yet have a weekend that is out of this world.
Saturday, February 12, 2011- Week Ahead
How very odd the world is. There are surpluses in some places, shortages in others and I am not merely referring here, to matters of money, food or climate. Half the planet is deeply religious, the other half wildly irreverent. Half are apparently happy to be governed by an autocracy, the other half demand democracy. And often it seems that half of us are bored witless while the other half are scared. Now look at your own life. What have you got far too much of? What do you sorely lack? Surely a trade-off can occur? Of course it can. And this week, a very good swap can yet be made.
______________________________________
So, the whole sublet plan fell through in one fell swoop yesterday. And I'm not sad about it at all, actually. It never truly made sense to me. I just didn't want to inconvenience my parents terribly. Basically all three places have breed restrictions, so the dogs couldn't come with. That's a deal breaker. We're a pack now, a slightly disfunctional pack, and I'm pretty sure they will eat me if I die. I hope my parents aren't freaking out terribly. They seem to be taking it well. And I know it's fate because instantly the whole Smartbox deal came through (I had been playing phone tag with them, and didn't have a clear concept how they wanted to work). What's more, Erik and Tom are available to help move, my mom came into a wee jackbot of boxes, and LA felt soo much closer.
It felt so much closer.
I told my parents I would do my best to keep it two months. It would be heavenly to move in May: good time of year, time for changes, spring's busting through. That way I get to move in before LA's hot summer settles in. Course, I'm talking like I'll have a job. A good job!
Yesterday, I opened a fortune cookie and it said to remember today three months from now. I can't tell if that's foreboding or not, but I read it and felt hopeful. So, let's just say it's positive. May 11, 2011: moving date? Actually, I just read it again: I know I read it and felt positive! It said Remember this date three months from now. Good things are in store for you."
I felt awful for the three potential subletters. All three are anxious to make major moves. All three are in their early 20s and desire a different life, a different location, etc. One was obviously studying at VCU and decided to transfer back to Northern VA to pursue a different degree. One is an artist and musician, who obviously dislikes Richmond and feels desperate to get back to her beloved Austin, TX. One, a fashion lover (I felt a deep kinship with her quickly), who realized she wasn't going to graduate this year, and decided to pursue a relationship instead. I wanted to help all three, but I don't know anyone making a temporary move. I remember that desperation well in my 20s, the impatience, the fire. I used it to leave graduate school and run off to Chicago in a series of hastily made decisions, that I totally don't regret anymore. When I first moved back to Richmond, I had to face those decisions, but now, pssshaw, I'm done with regret of that sort. Anyway, they reminded me of me, and for that reason, I felt even better about this decision to stay with my parents for a couple of months.
That's just it: I shouldn't be saying "move back in", rather stay with them for a couple of months. Because my stuff will be in storage, ready to go. I just need some time to gather a few more $$ and potentially change cars, and prepare the animals, and search for a job, and an apartment, get headshots, tighten up my abs: you know, be completely mentally and physically ready to bring on the "new fabulous life" as Nancy likes to call it.
And I will have tight abs, dammit.
As for my week ahead, and weekend ahead, actually, I have lots to do and unfortunately, I'm not sure how much time I'll have to visit Granny or Em. I need to:
-memorize the remainder of donors (although waiting to hear back from Anne Chapman)
-run and weight train
-take the dogs on two big walks
-begin packing, planning what to take with and what to store
-meet with Jen, the dog whisperer
-Bowl for charity as a key member of Team Sparkle (and no, this is not a Twilight reference)
I hope I can get the memorization done, so then I can at least visit with Em and Gran after work one day this week. C'mon weekend!
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