July 13, 2004
I'm alive, I think...
Alive, but still largely cut off from the world. The move went very well, the house is absolutely wonderful, aside from currently having no air conditioner and washer/dryer. I've hardly unpacked a single thing of mine, although my mom and my aunt got most of the rest of the house unpacked while I was at work yesterday--which is where I am right now, which is why nothing is unpacked. That, and the hotness that is our house. Hopefully when things cool off tomorrow I'll feel more like unpacking the really vital things like, oh, my computer.
The cats are getting braver every day--Pooka already acts like she owns the place, while Rumpus only comes out at night and flees back under my bed with the slightest provocation (if someone looks at him, for example, or if he thinks someone looked at him).
As far as the rest goes, Mom is doing very well. She has some more tests this week that will give us the really detailed information about where the cancer is and if it's spread at all. Understandably, we'll be on pins and needles until we get the results on Friday.
I can't wait for you folks that are local to come see the house. Hopefully soon. The outside isn't much to see right now, just a bunch of mud and concrete, but once we get sod and our deck, watch out. :) Oh, if I forgot to give you my new address and phone number and you want it, email me and let me know.
July 08, 2004
Coming to Chicago, this Christmas...
Tim Curry and David Hyde-Pierce star in Monty Python's Spamalot, a musical. Yes, that's right. A stage musical version of Holy Grail. Curry's playing Arthur and Hyde-Pierce is playing Sir Robin.
Dude. There so needs to be a road trip to Chicago for this.
July 07, 2004
Sitting on my desk right now, I kid you not, is a copy of The Complete Idiot's Guide to Pet Psychic Communication. I think the folks at Alpha Books are running out of Complete Idiot topics.
Been a quiet morning. Almost peaceful, even. But I am still stressed out beyond belief. I just wanted to sit down and cry for no reason last night--actually, I lie. There was a reason, I was tired and didn't want to deal with boxes anymore. Mom said, "I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up after Saturday." Amen, I say. Unfortunately, there're a few obstacles standing in the way of that, like finishing packing, work, and Mom's doctor appointment on Friday. Oh, and the whole dealing with the movers thing.
Happy birthday to me, whee!
July 06, 2004
I predict tomorrow will be the most un-birthday birthday I've ever had. There's just too much else going on for a silly little thing like turning 32 to take up any of my time. Next year though, next year there will be a party.
I've hit that stage in the moving process where I am bone-tired and don't want to do one more single thing other than lie around until the movers get here on Saturday. Unfortunately, considering the state of my home office and the fact that I have to work a few more days first, that doesn't seem a likely possibility. So I will drag my whining, pitiful carcass off this chair and go tape a box shut. Or do a load of laundry. Or something.
(Or maybe watch a rerun of Law & Order. Shh.)
July 02, 2004
Overheard at work
She: That's why I'm still single. I want a man who can bend me over backwards and say, "Gimme some sugar, baby."
He: I think you should put that line in a personal ad: "Seeking Sam Raimi fan who will..."
I love my job.
"Roller coaster" doesn't even begin to describe my life right now. The new house is finished, and in all likelihood we'll be closing this Wednesday, July 7th (my birthday, incidentally). We're planning to move on that Saturday, the 10th.
It'll be crazy for the first week or so--we won't have air conditioning at first, or probably cable, or a washer and dryer, or a driveway, or a sidewalk, or sod... basically, we'll have a house, and all our stuff in it. It'll be exciting though too. I can't wait to actually live in this place! That's the good, if stressful, stuff.
Then there's the bad stuff. (And you folks who read my locked entries on Livejournal already know this.) My mom was diagnosed with lung cancer this past Monday. That's all we know for right now. She has her first appointment with an oncologist on July 9th--yes, the day before we move, I said things were crazy. We're both being cautiously optimistic. All of the signs we can see suggest that they caught this early enough that treatment should do wonders. And if nothing else, she's quit smoking as of yesterday, and I think this time for good--the motivation's definitely there.
So, between packing and work and doctor's appointments, I imagine I'll be scarce, both online and in RL, until after the 10th--but you never know with me. The internet makes a great procrastination device. ;)