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stressors, all
Jun. 10th, 2019 11:52 amThat is, I hope, the very very end of having co cope with the Mouse Palace:
A bunch of us got the red one moved from the house that was driving her mad into a friend's guestroom, with a borg cube of additional belongings in the cellar. The friend is easily the most connected person I have ever met. She roomed with Ken Burns (yes that one) and the guy who started Yankee Candle and then sold it and started a new candle factory when they were all undergrads at Hampshire. She has infinite stories, all funny, none ending, but she herself is funny. We wound up eating pizza standing around for lunch, and she laid on hamburgers for grilling for supper after we got the second trip of kipple in individual cars. Also the Celtic harp, cello and violin, and spinning wheel.
We had the most raucous supper I've had in ages - five women sitting around telling stories on themselves and their friends and laughing so hard... that was delightful.
Moving is so hard, and sucks so bad. I'm kind of amazed the red one is still even sort of holding it together, because I'd have delegated everything to someone else and gone out for ice cream. We had a lot of ice cream for dessert, and also flavors of fudge sauce, because the friends run the local favorite (and famous) ice cream place.
I'm having a sunday today, doing as little as possible, and nursing a migraine the size of cow.
Onward.
A bunch of us got the red one moved from the house that was driving her mad into a friend's guestroom, with a borg cube of additional belongings in the cellar. The friend is easily the most connected person I have ever met. She roomed with Ken Burns (yes that one) and the guy who started Yankee Candle and then sold it and started a new candle factory when they were all undergrads at Hampshire. She has infinite stories, all funny, none ending, but she herself is funny. We wound up eating pizza standing around for lunch, and she laid on hamburgers for grilling for supper after we got the second trip of kipple in individual cars. Also the Celtic harp, cello and violin, and spinning wheel.
We had the most raucous supper I've had in ages - five women sitting around telling stories on themselves and their friends and laughing so hard... that was delightful.
Moving is so hard, and sucks so bad. I'm kind of amazed the red one is still even sort of holding it together, because I'd have delegated everything to someone else and gone out for ice cream. We had a lot of ice cream for dessert, and also flavors of fudge sauce, because the friends run the local favorite (and famous) ice cream place.
I'm having a sunday today, doing as little as possible, and nursing a migraine the size of cow.
Onward.