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Jun. 4th, 2011
Normal Service Will Resume Shortly
Jun. 4th, 2011 07:42 pmI was going to do an Orange Line post, but that was after I'd run a bunch of errands and realized I was at the beginning of the Doctor Who reaction bell curve. So I'll just say that Eeyore must have eaten her Wheaties this morning, because she was in fine fettle. She lectured our leader for about 20 minutes, yelled "AREN'T YOU PAYING ATTENTION, WOMAN?" at me (I knew better than to talk to her first, I *knew* better...), delivered a rant across the parking lot that included the phrase "Black Genocide" no less than seven times, and went into the lot and -- because we're not allowed to touch her -- be backed out by the physical presence of three guys around her repeating "You can't be here. You can't be here."
Then she bitched because another man walked onto the lot. But she was mostly upset because he shook all the escorts' hands.
I still have a couple of chores to do that need doing and need doing *tonight* because as of noonish tomorrow I've told Mo that I pretty much belong to her. You see, next Saturday is the town-wide yard sale, which Mo has coordinated the Team Wench yard sale to coincide with.
And we don't have a lot of help, because this is up against another TW event. (Mo did consider moving it, but we would NEVER get the traffic alone that we'll get for being on the township map when people are coming in from all over.)
On the upside, once the yard sale is done, that's the last of the Big Traumatic Events planned in my immediate future, so normal reality should start coming back. There will be plenty of minor traumatic events, but after this big push, there won't be tons of clutter in the living room AND the basement AND the garage (we shall still not speak of my bedroom. You know those slider puzzles, where you can't move a piece until the spot is cleared by moving another piece? That. That's why I can't do anything about my bedroom yet. There's nowhere for the stuff in it to even be staged for sorting and moving. And don't say the library, because that's my new favorite room in the house even if it's still stuck with the original filthy curtains. *hugs it possessively*)
Also, although the living room has yet to be refinished/refurnished, and moving the couch will be the opposite of fun, THIS time I won't be all worried that the cats will smother or the computers will die of excess dust or I'll kill the main computer when I try to move it. Because they won't, they won't, and it's done.
Then she bitched because another man walked onto the lot. But she was mostly upset because he shook all the escorts' hands.
I still have a couple of chores to do that need doing and need doing *tonight* because as of noonish tomorrow I've told Mo that I pretty much belong to her. You see, next Saturday is the town-wide yard sale, which Mo has coordinated the Team Wench yard sale to coincide with.
And we don't have a lot of help, because this is up against another TW event. (Mo did consider moving it, but we would NEVER get the traffic alone that we'll get for being on the township map when people are coming in from all over.)
On the upside, once the yard sale is done, that's the last of the Big Traumatic Events planned in my immediate future, so normal reality should start coming back. There will be plenty of minor traumatic events, but after this big push, there won't be tons of clutter in the living room AND the basement AND the garage (we shall still not speak of my bedroom. You know those slider puzzles, where you can't move a piece until the spot is cleared by moving another piece? That. That's why I can't do anything about my bedroom yet. There's nowhere for the stuff in it to even be staged for sorting and moving. And don't say the library, because that's my new favorite room in the house even if it's still stuck with the original filthy curtains. *hugs it possessively*)
Also, although the living room has yet to be refinished/refurnished, and moving the couch will be the opposite of fun, THIS time I won't be all worried that the cats will smother or the computers will die of excess dust or I'll kill the main computer when I try to move it. Because they won't, they won't, and it's done.