It's been a fairly long and productive day. I woke up and with barely any time to blink, I just hit the ground running. I unpacked the boxes Danny had been storing for me in Charlotte from my condo in Boone. Then I made breakfast for my one armed mother. Matzah brie. It's been so long since I had made it, I was curious if it would even be any good. It was.
After cooking, I cleaned all of my bakeware, and started to pack a large Rubbermaid container with the books, media stuffs, sheets and two sets of towels that I will definitely want. I cleaned my menorah and packed that as well. I think I ended up with two boxes of books to donate to the library as well as throwing out about four trash bags worth of unsalvageable junk.
So now, I have a carload. Provided my stepfather's surgery goes well on Wednesday, I'll head up north on Friday or Saturday and spend the week trying to find a job and cleaning/straightening up the apartment. If there are any other masochists that are bored, and looking for something uber-fun to do, and you want to help me clean -- please, do! I'm great company. Really. And I have a tendency to clean in my underwear. Srsly though, any help would be welcome. (If I could drag tinnula up north with me, I would. I don't think I know anyone as anal retentive or OCD in their cleaning/organizing skills as she is. She used to berate me until I would let her help me clean my place in Boone when she thought it was getting too dirty. But she'll be kicking ass at her exams.)
Anyway. Three parents, four surgeries. In less than six months. I can't say I'm particularly pleased at the idea that my parents are starting to fall apart or that my bio-dad has had his first fist fight with cancer but it is what it is, right?
Also in the realm of junk that I didn't particularly want to deal with is another wedding. My best friend of 20 years is getting married in August in California. That's a wedding that I want to attend, and so I will. And now today it was announced that my cousin is getting married three weeks later in NC and my attendance is required. So required in fact that in an effort to make sure that I'm there, and Phil too, my mother is footing the bill. Eh. The baptist church ceremony followed by the country club wedding. How nice.
I'm a complainer today.
I still need to make my Frolicon posts. It really did rawk my socks off, I just need to put that into words.
I feel like I'm biding my time these days. Ready to move forward but still a little stuck currently. It's very frustrating in a lot of ways, but there is nothing to do but deal with it. So I do.
And that's today's mental masturbation. Thanks for getting off with me.