SOMEONE RENT TO ME!

There… I feel better now.

Our landlord showed the house last night. It was a surprisingly painless experience, except that she doesn’t know about Voodoo so we were trying to get the cats to hide. You know canned air? Yes, perfect Kitty pisser-offer. They didn’t come out of their hiding spots for a while. The landlord seemed really interested in what we were going on to do once we moved. She’s strangely bipolar - super friendly in once instance, and a raging douche bag in the next. I will miss her contradictory ways, though. It was strangely comforting. And when things broke, like the leaky ceiling, it was kind of fun to watch her freak out a bit and scramble. I am easily amused.

We applied for an apartment (did I mention that before?) and I am going to apply for a second one as well. It’s a 3 bedroom townhouse with wood floors. No porch though, and a laundry “facility.” When I talked to my sister, I finally understood that compromise is not a bad thing. I need to be flexible. I can save my birdfeeder, or give it to Anne (along with 25 dollars worth of frackin bird food). A house is my home in as long as I allow it to be. My attachment to the Nebraska Street house, aside from all its quirks, is because I settled into being D’s partner, building our lives, and become the super-dorky couple we are today.

The hunt continues. It’s all I can do right now. Other things are pressing harder on my psyche right now, such as my last day of work and the trip to Seton Hill. I will be relieved when Friday comes. No more drama. And then I fly out the following week. Meanwhile, I need to get the truck straightened out and a place to live. They won’t deliver our shit to a nonexistant address. I don’t blame them. It’s good to have an end point.

• I didn’t get to see Ocean’s 13 this weekend. Perhaps I will do it this weekend.
• I need to get all of my donations off to my friends so I can start cleaning in earnest.
• We took Pip for his shots the other night. Sheesh, its gotten expensive.
• We are at the point where buying groceries is kind of silly. I will have frozen veggies, fruit, and vegetarian dinners to give away. Oh, and pickles. I love pickles, but I don’t think I can eat a whole jar without getting sick. Pickle burps — imagine it and then tell me I’m wrong.
• I used to drink pickle juice as a kid. Is that weird?
• My birthdaughter likes to shop. That scares me.
• My sister is the master of the universe. So is Cat. Together, they could rule this country… .It’s TRUE!
• I will be glad when we won’t accidentally run into people associated with less stellar moments in our life.
• This 1212121% humidity is just fucking annoying.
• I already miss my cardinals and the woodpecker.
• I am going to press some Seemore leaves before I go. I can take a part of him with me.