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August 27, 2001
Quick update
This one's for Craig, who wrote me saying "WE NEED ENTRIES! WE NEED ENTRIES!" It's nice to feel needed -- and that email cracked me up.
Really, there isn't much to tell -- at least, not much good. I have been packing like mad, preparing to move. Almost everything is done, and there is a huge pile o'stuff in my living room. Over the weekend, I employed the trash bag method of packing -- all clothes and other soft things went into trash bags. Easier to pack and unpack, plus I had run out of boxes and tape. I still have to pack the odds and ends -- things that are too random to fit neatly in a box, but still need packing. And kitchen stuff. And man, do I need to clean. Balls of cat fur bigger than me! It's horrifying. My landlord sent me a very cute note, saying he's sad to see me go, and apologetically asking me to pay for the replacement of some screens -- I don't mind, as my demon-seed cat scratched them. I'm going to write him a nice thank-you note when I send him the check, as he treated me nicely.
I am so looking forward to moving. Well, not the moving part, as it seems it will be just me and Patrick. Everyone else is busy... or just doesn't want to help me lug furniture, heh. I don't have much, so I know we can handle it, but... I have bad knees. I don't think my falling down the stairs and squashing poor Patrick under a mattress is the best way to start this roommate thing, you know?
I am a bit nervous about this, too -- I haven't roomed with a friend, except for a brief summer during college. I always had a rule not to -- just in case of a fight. I'd rather not lose a friend over a roommate dispute... and I still feel shy around Patrick, which I know is dumb. I have a huge amount of admiration for him, and, as I always do with friends I like a whole lot, I fear that one day he'll look at me and think "Ugh. What a loser!" But. Nerves aside, I am glad to be moving. My roommate, who I have been having problems with, is being strangely nice to me lately... too little too late, but I wish her well.
I decided, yesterday, to put Softpaws on my cat. She was napping in the sun, and seemed relaxed, so I nabbed her, and grabbed the caps and glue, expecting an easy time... ha. At the end of 45 minutes, I was dripping both sweat and blood, and swearing a blue streak, but the caps were on! Well, minus the two glued to my hand, and the one flung across the room by the cat. She snarled, she hissed, she howled, she clawed me like mad... but I am bigger, ha! So now she has pretty purple toenails, and cannot claw Patrick's screens. If I could only cure her of the hairballs, we'd be all set...
In other, less happy news -- my brother's innocent little bug bite has turned into a nasty infection. So bad, in fact, there is talk of amputation. I am scared. I talked to him last night, and he's in good spirits -- I'm going to call him again in a minute. But still... the infection is bad. He may still need surgery. So, send good thoughts, please? We aren't as close as I'd like, but I worry about him.
Posted by Mary Ellen at August 27, 2001 10:23 PM