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"Tote that barge! Lift that bale!"

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 19:22:05 GMT

I spent most of Saturday helping one friend go through a bunch of stuff that she had moved into the home of another bunch of friends about 14 years ago, and left behind in their garage when she moved out about 11 years ago. There were sacks and sacks and sacks and sacks (figure two to four paper grocery bags per "sacks," there) of romance novels, with roach droppings, etc., on them, and various boxes of thises and thats and thoses.

After we'd taken care of the stuff in the garage, we moved on to a few boxes that had been spotted inside the house. Some of these included things that belonged to various house members, and at least one former officemate.

Hey, stoda, want your 3D FX tee-shirt? It's still in the envelope it was mailed in. . . .

Body painting is cool.

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 00:27:10 GMT

Hello. Yesterday I was a painted lady.

Okay, not a lady of ill repute, or any of the other euphemisms for sex workers, but real, honest-to-gosh painted. Spirals, vines, what were supposed to be rosebuds but looked surprisingly like chile peppers, yellow sun on left arm, blue crescent moon on right arm, and a green pentacle on the throat.

I helped paint another woman, and it was great fun. I may take this up as an art form!

"Surface! Surface!"

Fri, 26 May 2006 00:44:02 GMT

Well, hell's bells. I didn't intend to let this sit for nearly two months. Hm, intention -- is this another paving stone?

Anyway, I've once again returned from Kansas, and a week's work with my sister on our late parents' house. Forty-one years of accumulation -- IN THAT HOUSE. I have no idea how many years of previous accumulation they moved in with, or how many they inherited from the two sides of the family. Buncha STUFF.

(Sheri, I promise to do my very best to cull my belongings and papers! I's got da religion!)

I've thrown the cats out of the office again. They are Capricious When Bored. That means they tend to bite whatever papers are in their reach if they feel I'm not paying them enough attention. Thunder has made deep scallops in a cardboard box; I'm thinking of turning it into a little den for them. It wouldn't take much cutting at this point!

One thing that has me thoroughly befuddled these days is Legs. She's 19, and a beautiful coppery red, which I understand is called "chestnut" in this part of the country. (Funny, all the roastable chestnuts I've seen were dark brown. Oh well!) She's also tall and leggy, and my friend, pretty much. My buddy tia_tarina has to part with her, and some madness has possessed me to agree to take her in/on.

Weird that I'm so cross-eyed about this -- when I was a kid, I was horse-crazy. Heck, I wanted to BE a horse. My parents couldn't afford a horse. Now I'm old enough to think I can afford it, and I'm aghast that I'm taking on such a responsibility. Surely I'm not old enough to be responsible!-)

The hand-off doesn't happen until June 1st. I'm trying not to let my feet get cold!

"Won't you please enter, and sign in?"

Wed, 05 Apr 2006 23:11:28 GMT

Okay, friends, you've finally lured/badgered/cajoled/dragged me in here.

Now what?

Yrs,
Susan P.