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I got three passports, a couple of visas
Last night: With the help of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ratatosk's station wagon, rushthatspeaks and gaudior's hatchback, and a truck borrowed by sairaali, moved all of my books to derspatchel's for the month of September. Also four folding bookshelves, the green basket chair, and a suitcase of clothes from the stupid closet. Lots of people who weren't me carried an estimated fifty boxes up and down stairs. (I carried some, especially once we got to the bucket-brigade stage, because I did not want to be totally useless, but my back was definitely not cheering this idea.) They were amazing and I owe them dinner. From my perspective, the single worst part of this move is now over. Moving everything else will be time-consuming, annoying, and still requires logistics, but is not daunting to contemplate. I'll take it.
This afternoon: Went out to Braintree to meet Rob's father and his wife, who were visiting from western Massachusetts to see their grandchildren. We did not quite realize until we got there that this meant we were letting ourselves in for co-babysitting an extremely active and extremely loud pair of small children. They were highly vocal, which made communication easier. I still had to tell the three-year-old that crotch-punching visitors to the house (or even people who live there) is not recommended. We ordered in pizza and I read the four-year-old a picture book. Rob's father told stories about cats, clowning, being a pastor, being a paramedic, the geology of the Isles of Shoals. (I thought they were too far south to be part of the Kittery Formation, but I was wrong; I had an inaccurate idea of their location from being able to see them from Rockport.) I was so tired on the train back, I crashed into REM sleep and dreamed there was a skunk in the kitchen: not bothering anyone, a sleek soft-striped creature with a plumy tail, nosing around in the recycling and the cabinets. I liked this set of parents; I don't think they disliked me. It was entirely worth the trip.
Tonight: Packed two boxes of non-essential kitchenware, did my laundry in this basement one last time, sorted the clothes I will need through Sunday from the clothes I can send with my dresser whenever the next stage of moving occurs, i.e., tomorrow if I can get organized. At the moment, I think I am going to finish this mug of goat milk and fall over.
ratatosk's station wagon, rushthatspeaks and gaudior's hatchback, and a truck borrowed by sairaali, moved all of my books to derspatchel's for the month of September. Also four folding bookshelves, the green basket chair, and a suitcase of clothes from the stupid closet. Lots of people who weren't me carried an estimated fifty boxes up and down stairs. (I carried some, especially once we got to the bucket-brigade stage, because I did not want to be totally useless, but my back was definitely not cheering this idea.) They were amazing and I owe them dinner. From my perspective, the single worst part of this move is now over. Moving everything else will be time-consuming, annoying, and still requires logistics, but is not daunting to contemplate. I'll take it.This afternoon: Went out to Braintree to meet Rob's father and his wife, who were visiting from western Massachusetts to see their grandchildren. We did not quite realize until we got there that this meant we were letting ourselves in for co-babysitting an extremely active and extremely loud pair of small children. They were highly vocal, which made communication easier. I still had to tell the three-year-old that crotch-punching visitors to the house (or even people who live there) is not recommended. We ordered in pizza and I read the four-year-old a picture book. Rob's father told stories about cats, clowning, being a pastor, being a paramedic, the geology of the Isles of Shoals. (I thought they were too far south to be part of the Kittery Formation, but I was wrong; I had an inaccurate idea of their location from being able to see them from Rockport.) I was so tired on the train back, I crashed into REM sleep and dreamed there was a skunk in the kitchen: not bothering anyone, a sleek soft-striped creature with a plumy tail, nosing around in the recycling and the cabinets. I liked this set of parents; I don't think they disliked me. It was entirely worth the trip.
Tonight: Packed two boxes of non-essential kitchenware, did my laundry in this basement one last time, sorted the clothes I will need through Sunday from the clothes I can send with my dresser whenever the next stage of moving occurs, i.e., tomorrow if I can get organized. At the moment, I think I am going to finish this mug of goat milk and fall over.
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It's been a surprisingly productive week so far! I'm kind of glad to know they're still possible.
I had a similar one a few months ago, where I was living with a friend in a shared apartment with 'the aquiline skunk' (so dubbed by our mutual friend in the dream) and and a white rose-petal badger, which looked mostly like a leaf dragon, but which shed petals everywhere, especially if tussling with the other animals.
That is a wonderful image. Please do something with it.
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I may be able to tuck it into the pastiche piece I've been working on. A rose petal badger strikes me as something that lives in Wonderland, quite possibly because of what the Queen's guards have done to the poor rosebushes.
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I'll read that.