boogie, boogie, boogie!

Right, right, I’d forgotten that the Sniglet already has a fiancée – I hadn’t actually gotten around to telling him about it yet, but I’ve remedied that, and even shown him her pictures. He’s not too impressed, to be honest. I told him that by the time he’s ready to get married she won’t be a baby anymore, but I don’t think he believes me. I’ll work on it.

So happy Friday the 13th, y’all! I went back to work for the first time in forever, and I discovered that I really like my job when I only do it for six hours at a stretch. The ten-hour thing, not so much.

And when I got home, I had MAIL! (Okay, html sucks, ’cause if I could I’d be drawing little stripey and shadowed letters and stars and lightnings and stuff, like in The Monster at the End of this Book, but I can’t. Grr.) from Samirah, and it is two CDs which will be fabulous as soon as I listen to them which I will pretty soon. And I am fantastically happy about them, and also nostalgic about when I had time to make fabulous art-collage envelopey-casey-things for stuff I sent or gave people. I still have the instincts, but not the time or headspace – this, for example, took me maybe five minutes. I’m glad he liked it, but I think it looks as rushed as it was, and he deserved better.

So my Friday the 13th was actually pretty good. They usually are.

Song du jour of the day: I Put a Spell On You, by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins.

hee hee

On the way home from school yesterday, the Sniglet told me about Elena, who is “verknallt in me. That means she love me.” I asked how he felt about her, and he said “Okay. But not verknallt.”

Later, and apropros of something else, he said “I hope I can find a wife when I grow up.” I said “oh don’t worry, there’s lots of women around. Oh hey, why don’t you marry Elena?” He sighed heavily and said, “Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”

Song du jour of the day: Isn’t It Romantic, by Ella Fitzgerald

peekaboo

Gotta make this quick because I’m using DrBob’s computer while he’s at the gym. No, no internet yet, though he can pick up on the next-door neighbor’s WLAN signal (because his office shares a wall with the neighbor’s office, and mine’s on the other side of the house). We should be back online with our own signal next Monday.

It’s going well, but it’s an enormous job because we didn’t really summon help, but decided to do it all ourselves. There’s a big, but diminishing, pile of boxes in the middle of our new living room – my fault, that: he’d just sock it all away in the basement, I’m the one insisting that every item start its new life in its proper place. Even so, I’ll have a heap of organizing and rearranging to do, but every little bit I do now, when I don’t have internet, will save me time that I can later spend surfing. Dude.

And the old house. Once we got all the Stuff out, it looked like a family of Tasmanian devils had been living there. Now the spackle-fairy (i.e. DrBob) has been there, so it looks blotchy but not quite so structurally unsound. Next is the cleaning, every minute of which I so far hate. But someday it will be done, and will stay done since we got the Tasmanian devils out – oh, speaking of evil-minded rodents, apparently there’s a weasel in our new garden! How cool is that?

Anyway. It’s progressing. My schooling is not, and I’m trying really hard not to get totally stressed out about it. Partially succeeding, because I look fairly relaxed, but my skin’s a mess. Well, this too shall pass. Meanwhile, I love my new house, while at the same time finding it very hard to believe it’s actually mine. Well okay, half of it’s really the bank’s, but they’re letting me live here, and even that is hard to believe.

Song du jour of the day: Buddy Holly, by Weezer

au revoir

Okay, this is the actual, official moving day, so our internet will be turned off at some point today, or maybe very early tomorrow. In either case, they said it’d take them two weeks to turn it on at our new house, so I will be mostly netless until then, barring an occasional net-café visit or something. So be good, okay? Don’t trash the place.

See you soon.