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I think I went outside once this weekend, for approximately twenty minutes. (To the Osco for sorely needed supplies.) Since Thursday afternoon I have inhabited this apartment. And it has been perfect.

A superfluity (hee! new word!) of snackage leftover from the party; a stack of productive things to do, many of which were done; a cat that's starting to remember that Mommy does things other than feed her. The majority of the time was spent in two pursuits: Cleaning, unpacking, and rearranging my room into a usable workspace (still have to finesse the sewing machine location, but hey...); and sitting on the couch with DaMan, knitting or just watching as he plays a new Gamecube game. Long lazy mornings with a full double bed. Books I'd forgotten that I own.

And tonight we watched Punch-Drunk Love. I had no idea Adam Sandler was that good an actor. It was touching and beautiful and more real that 99.5% of romantic comedies out there.

This week I do the job-searchy and temp-working action. But this weekend, I have been warm and hugged and purred at and loved.
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First things first. I should inform you about the Sojourn in WI, the Rest in Chicago, and the Journey to Home.

You may or may not have already seen [ profile] sen_no_ongaku’s entry about our trip, detailing mileage and Important Things Learned. I thought I’d do something more in-depth, mostly using the ‘journal’ aspect of LJ as a record of a wonderful vacation.

But I’ll hide it behind a cut tag! )

(Meanwhile, my sibling [ profile] sal_sal is being treated to the sight of Amish with jackhammers.)
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Update 1:
He's here. I am so happy I can't stop smiling. I made him eat cheese curds. He says they're not bad, but the squeek is distressing; as if with every bite, they cry out against their fate.

Update 2:
No word from the Red Cross, but I've decided not to take the caseworker position if it's offered to me. Further discussion at a later time.

Update 3:
We also enjoyed ButterBurgers. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmbutter.
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I am USELESS today.

All I can think of is [ profile] sen_no_ongaku traveling through the Midwest. Not in a worrywart, scared-for-his-safety kind of way. But in anticipation and frustration, counting every damn hour till he gets here! I feel as if I were in junior high again, watching the clock tick bit by bit toward 3:35, and every minute just…goes…on…forever…

I stare at the clock and think “Where he is, it’s 6:40 now.” I fidget. I don’t have a book that’s begging to distract me; I can’t browse online for more than 10 minutes; all the games on my computer are stale; everything else requires a focus of thought that is beyond my current abilities.

Useless, I tell you. Fidget, fidget, fidget
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That was fantastic.

We just hosted MrTheMan's birthday party; his actual natal day is next Tuesday, but this was best for congregation purposes. From three in the afternoon till midnight, this house was a game-playing, conversation-filled, food-overloaded nest. Many people we love, *pause for absent friends, whom we missed*. Most everybody had a good time, and there were some great Oracle question-answer exchanges. Wanna see? )

Tomorrow is full of work; clean up from the party, do an alteration, do a quilt square, suss out more jobs, etc, etc. But it's interrupted by Riddick. W00t!

A moment of thanks for the beautiful people in my life. Not "The Beautiful People", but the fascinating, strong, tenacious, creative people I am surrounded by. I am luckier than I ever thought I could be.
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Hilton Head.

What a strange place. I have never been in a resort town for any length of time before, and the...constructed...nature of it was jarring. Not quite "artificial", but...constructed. Gated. Supercleaned; superniced, but not Stepford nice.

We didn't really go anywhere else. After a delayed flight (Delta broke its computers), we got in at 4am on Sunday, and spent most of that day in a happy daze. DaMan's family is wonderful. I learned that you're not really family until you've gotten into a trivial argument with his mom (in my case, Boggle-based). His nieces and nephews kept us busy, both running around and interpreting their crazy moon language. The youngest is just approaching actual words, after "mama" and "dada".

We got second choice on the bedrooms, since we were the last ones there. This meant we had two twin beds. I kept thinking of Ozzie and Harriet...or whatever sitcom couples had separate beds...Anyway, we defied this arrangement, which led to awkward sleeping positions and knotted necks, but comfy cuddling. Dammit, if we made it through twin beds in college, we can do so for a week, right? Wrong. Must...take...over...entire...bed!

On the beach, there were jellyfish. We poked them with a stick when we thought they were the stingy kind, then poked them with our hands when we learned they were inert. They're really cool and gross. And kind of sad, when there are fifty or more washed up on the beach, and already dead before they reach the sand. But we still poked them. Rubbery and weird. My inner 7-year-old was pleased.

We played DanceDanceRevolution while at an arcade! I loved it, but it totally kicked my hinder when we tried levels beyond 'beginner'. I didn't think I'd even make it through that...I wonder if there is a home version, and if my neighbors would mind.

Mini-golf in a golfing resort is excruciatingly dull. Putting practice, essentially. Not a single windmill, alligator, or mermaid in the whole course. I must return to the Berkshires!!

DaMan and I walked on the beach while the moon rose. At first we didn't recognize it--so red, so strange peering up over the horizon. Then we simply watched it rise. Bright lights are forbidden on the beach (because of nesting turtles) so it was very dark and very beautiful, and the light of the moon dimmed even the Summer Triangle. High tide, and the waves reached almost to our toes where we stood. How beautiful life is.

More costumes later. And Anonymous J, "monkeys" could mean just about any of my friends, I'm afraid...I am dull at guessing....
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I’m in Hilton Head right now, soon to return…so my access to LJ is pretty limited. When I return, expect a full entry involving:
--Moonrise on the beach
--Poking things with a stick
--Squashy jellyfish (see above re: stick)
--Japanese steakhouses
--Why I still don’t get American Idol
--Why I will never get The Swan
--Familial traits
--Language skills
--Sixties-tv-couple sleeping arrangements and the ensuing cramps
--Why Dance Dance Revolution is the awesomest thing in the arcade

In the meantime, I amused myself one early morning by completing some questions that [ profile] ppaladin sent me. It’s the standard Five Questions meme, but I lost the rules, so I think I’m actually breaking them by not posting them verbatim. Foo.

1. Post in my comments section if you want to be ‘interviewed’ by me.
2. Answer the questions, then
3. Post your answers, and the real rules, in your journal, and
4. Ask questions of anyone who wants them.

Read more... )
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He's on! He's not posting entries...his website is for that. But if you get a mysterious post from [ profile] sen_no_ongaku, then you can say it's from MrTheMan!


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