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I'm having such a hard time waking up right now. Hopefully tea will work, though I hate relying on caffeine at this time of the day.

Played Clean Sweep on a friend's house today. It's a lot more fun when it isn't your house.

How often does MDC have to go down for moves? I'm not exactly the most active member, but it seems they're down for a move every other time I try to visit.
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I've been kind of feeling the need to rejoin FlyLady lately, but don't really want to, because she's just so annoying.

I went to the website. The headline is "Release your Body Clutter!!"

My first thought was that she's gone Scientologist on us. That would be too amusing.
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Leif is out of the house for at least the next three hours, regardless of whether I get called in for the doula thing or not.

I can:

A. Clean
B. Take a load to the consignment store
C. Go to Borders, get a drink, sit in a comfy chair and read a book ALL BY MYSELF!

If I knew I had the next three hours free, I'd do A and B first, but I could be called in at any time. I should be good, but it's soooo tempting. This feels like a once in a lifetime opportunity.

I think minor cleaning and then Borders is going to win.
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My mom is visiting for a few days.

We did our frantic cleaning yesterday, with a bit of a difference. In the past, frantic cleaning meant working as hard as we could to get the house barely presentable (and not really succeeding).

This time, it was more like "Gee, we're not quite happy with the layout of the living room. Perhaps we should rearrange it."

Not that there wasn't work to be done - I spent about 20 minutes scrubbing Leif's masterpieces off the doors, and quite a bit of time in the loft, which tends to be our toss-everything place and needed massive organization. But really, the loft and the rearrangement were optional. I would have felt comfortable with her dropping in on a half-hour notice, and wouldn't have felt bad if she'd come by unannounced.
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Somehow my obsessive-compulsive switch got turned on tonight.

We're at my dad's, heading home tomorrow, and I would have felt really bad if I'd gone another trip without doing serious work on my room. See, most of the stuff from our move from VA that isn't on the boat is now stored here, plus all the stuff left over from childhood, plus a bunch of my brother's stuff and other random household goods (there is a cheese head hat and a microwave in my closet. Don't ask me why).

I threw out (or prepared for donation/garage sale) the vast majority of my childhood junk because it was just that - junk. Old magazines, worn out soccer cleats, 10 year old shampoo samples, all that great stuff. I kept a small bag of toys for Leif, as well as the stuff that had true sentimental value, tossed the rest, and organized the stuff that remained. I'll have to do another sweep through one of these days, probably after my brother heads back to Santa Cruz, gets his stuff out of here, and we move some more down from my mom's. There are a lot of books I don't plan on ever reading again left, and I missed a section of the closet. But it's SOOOO much better than it was - when we first got here, it was difficult to walk in the room. Now there's lots of free space, yay!

Moving so 7+ times in 5 years into progressively smaller locations is seriously helping me cut down on my pack rat tendencies.

Now I'm obsessively downloading every single book I can think of that I want to read, which is a little silly, seeing as I already have more than enough to last me until my next trip to somewhere with bandwidth, and it's after midnight.
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Saw PoA today. I think [livejournal.com profile] koyote liked it better than I did. Not that I didn't like it, but he hasn't read the books, so it's entirely brand new to him.

Prisoner of Azkaban seems to be the key book (and movie, apparently) for many people, the one that hooks them. It was for me. I read the first book, and found it somewhat banal. I gave the second book a shot just to give the series a fair chance, but didn't like it much better. Some time later, a friend told me that I had to read the third book, and that I'd like the series after I read it. He was right.

It was fun watching the movie from [livejournal.com profile] tarie's perspective. I could care less about who is in love with who, but it's fun to watch from that perspective.

We had a discussion afterwards which somehow led to the discussion of Snape/McGonagall. Ew.

I have PoA in Spanish, and need to get around to reading it. I guess it just depresses me that I can't read anywhere near fluently at a fourth grade level in Spanish, and it's too time consuming when I have to look up every other word. I did eventually find that if I just read without looking stuff up, I could get the general gist of what was happening, but not enough to really get into it.

I dreamed last night about going back to high school and trying to decide which level of Spanish I should take, since I got up to fourth year but didn't really learn much of anything past second (not to mention the fact that I haven't done any serious Spanish study since high school). I also took AP Chemistry with Mr. Price (excuse me, Dr. Price). Then we (no clue who was with me, though I think my brother might have been) got caught breaking into [livejournal.com profile] bongo3045's house, and were locked in by The Evil Stepmother. I have no clue who she was, either, or why we were breaking in. She forgot to lock the back door, though, so we escaped after she left for the day.

I'm sure you all really cared about that.

Anyways, back to PoA. This was the first movie that [livejournal.com profile] koyote and I have seen alone since Leif was born, and the first movie I've seen in a theater since RotK. [livejournal.com profile] silkensteel babysat, and he apparently did ok. This always surprises me, since he doesn't spend much time away from us, and tends to throw a fit when one or the other of us leaves.

We're getting rid of books (in addition to other things) in preparation for moving. This is hard, since I know that there are some I'm going to want to read again, and some that I'll eventually end up buying over again. But it's not worth it to move them across country and store them.

We sold the Ikea chairs the other day. I asked too little for them because I listed them when I was too tired to think straight. For some reason this really bugs me more than if we'd actually paid for them, rather than "just" sitting in the rainy cold for 8 hours in the middle of the night while 8.5 months pregnant.

I'm curious how much stuff we'll have when we get down to the stuff that we really want to keep.

Why am I still awake? Leif slept like crap last night, and I slept even worse. I felt like I was awake the whole night, though obviously I slept enough to have that idiotic dream. I'm getting to sleep too late in general. It's just that night is the only time that I have to myself, so I tend to drag it out.
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So tired. This is almost entirely my fault. I started the Left Behind series a week or so ago. I was right at the end of book 6 last night, and stayed up too till 1:00 AM finishing it. This is bad when you have a baby who is generally awake by 7:30.

I've always had a fascination with Revelations, which presumably is related to my fascination with disaster/apocalypse literature in general. Perhaps it's even the source of this fascination. Either way, I spent a lot of time in church as a kid reading Revelations, and not because I went to a particularly end-times centered church. I just found it more interesting than any of the other available distractions.

In any case, when the books first came out, I decided that I was going to wait until they were all released before giving it a shot. Now they've all been released (Not counting the spin-offs, which will presumably continue to be released until the Rapture really does occur and all of Tyndale Press is taken away to heaven), so I did.

They're not great literature, but absorbing and fun. Quick reads - I've gotten through 6.5 of them in a week or so, and I don't have all that much time to spend reading. It usually takes me ages to finish a book these days.

They do provide a view of Christianity that, for all that I grew up immersed in various forms of Christianity, I was never really exposed to. I find the idea that a non-Christian would convert to Christianity through reading these books kind of implausible - the books focus on God providing proof that he exists through events that have not happened in real life. I can, however, understand someone from a more mainstream denomination becoming evangelical after reading them.

One of the news magazines currently has an article about the books. I thought it was Newsweek, but can't see anything about it on the website. Anyone know which one it is?

I have a box of old notebooks full of freewriting from high school/college, combined with random schoolwork that I'm throwing away.

I used to have three file boxes full of this stuff. I got rid of all but one box when we moved last year, primarily by weeding out the majority of the non-literary schoolwork.

I decided today that I'm never actually going to use any of this stuff for anything except reminiscing. I'm not sure it's worth shipping it back and forth across the country an indeterminate number of times just for that.

A lot of it I can't read. It's too painful. Interpret "painful" whatever way you want, and you'll be right.

The random snippets of fiction are interesting, though. In many ways, I feel like I was a better writer back then than I am now. I found one bit that I don't remember writing at all - a feud between a six year old boy and his female cousin who suddenly decide they can't play together due to cooties. The boy is named Allen.

The next page is a letter to an internet friend, also named Allen. Obviously not a coincidence, but I don't remember having any particular feelings for this person beyond friendship. Was it just a convenient boy's name, or am I not remembering something?

I'm afraid I'll regret throwing them away. Who says that in 15 years I won't want to remember exactly how it felt to be in high school? I already see the past with glasses that are, if not rose, at least slightly pink.

On the other hand, I really don't want anyone else ever reading my angstbunny writing. I sound completely bugnuts in most of it.

Perhaps I'll go through and sort out some of the less embarrasing stuff. I am keeping the notebooks I wrote in when I was actively journaling (as opposed to freewriting to pass time in class) during middle school - they're small and generally more sane. The Aristocat stuff too, though I can't find it with a quick glance through the box, which worries me a little, since it isn't exactly a big box.

Leif has figured out how to open the screen door on his own. He just ("just" meaning two hours ago, when I actually wrote this post...) crawled outside and is now sitting on the porch. He's fenced in by the pouring rain, at least (not that he's unsupervised, but it makes it easier when he doesn't actually want to leave the porch).

He just fell over backwards into a puddle of water on the grass. He was a little shocked to suddenly be soaking, but wouldn't let me bring him back inside.
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The Back Room of Doom is really pissing me off.

We have a weather radio. I'm sure it's somewhere in the back room, but I can't even begin to sort through all that junk.

I also have some clothing that I'd really like to have that is most likely hiding somewhere in there.

Also, the mess means we can't use it as a guest room, which means overnight guests end up sleeping in the living room. This HAS to change. I *really* hate not having full access to my own home because someone is staying over. If they're in the guest room, it isn't a problem, since I can go around the rest of the house without disturbing them. If they're in the living room, I'm essentially confined to my room until they decide to get up. This is especially a problem now that Leif is awake and wants to be up and about by 8:30 or so (before him I'd happily go back to sleep or read or whatever).

I think I have to make a no overnight guests rule until the guest room is usable rule. ([livejournal.com profile] silkensteel, you're an exception, since you're always up earlier than us anyways).

It isn't really anyone's fault. We just have too much stuff we don't want to throw away to store in any sort of organized manner.

I'm sure it can be organized some more, though. I guess I'll just work on that, and hope I find the weather radio before it's needed.
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Do you ever find yourself doing something you never imagined you would do?

I just posted to usenet offering a free unopened jar of kim chee (among other things).

I have to say - if you asked me five years ago what I'd be doing today, giving away kim chee online would not have been it.

Of course, there's a whole lot else in my life that I could say that about.
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I'm feeling better today. Silly hormones.

I'm trying to figure out the best way to pack everything. I have two large suitcases, two carry-ons, and a largeish laptop case. I don't think I need both large suitcases. Is it worth it to keep the old, awkward one? I could check one of the carry-ons in it's place. Or I could use both large suitcases, and pack one of the carry-ons (it folds up small).

I just don't know whether the suitcase is worth the hassle of bringing it along.

I guess I'll see how things pack. It's entirely possible that I'll need the extra room.

There's still the question of what is worth bringing. Is the cordless phone with the questionable battery worth it? A brand new bottle of shampoo that I found hiding under the sink (which, from past experience, will probably just end up spilling all over)? A 1lb bag of irregular jelly bellies? The cat food dishes?

If I bring the extra suitcase, I'll have room for whatever extra junk I want to take. Does that make it worth it?

Such a dilemma.

About 48 more hours and I'll be in Virginia. How strange.
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Today and tomorrow I am going to attempt to make food for the whole week, to use up the food we still have left, and to avoid spending money on fast food. I could do this over the course of the week, except that all the kitchen stuff will be packed up after Tuesday. I plan to keep out one small pot for heating stuff up, but that isn't really enough to do actual cooking.

I'm currently making a bunch of pasta, and tomorrow (once the meat is thawed) I'll make the sauce. And a whole bunch of smoothies.

This is, of course, distracting from my main goal, which is semi-mercilously sorting through my stuff. I'm an awful packrat.

Some of it is sentimental. I have every single letter my family has sent me since I left for college. My grandmother writes to me once a week. I also have just about every notebook I used during high school. I didn't keep an actual journal during that time, but spent most of the day during class writing random stream of consciousness stuff. Some of it is potentially good source material. Some of it is downright psychotic, and I live with the constant fear in the back of my mind that someday I'll die, and someone will read these notebooks and have my dead body committed to the insane asylum.

Then there's my journal from when I was 7, in which I rave about how cute Wesley Crusher on Star Trek is. If I ever get a chance to meet Wil Wheaton, I'm going to ask him to sign it.

Anyways, none of this stuff takes up all that much room - two file boxes total for the notebooks and the letters. It's the principle of things. How much do I really need/want to keep?

And then there's all the stuff that I feel guilty about getting rid of, because it's perfectly useful, and I'll need it someday. Like partially used boxes of stationery that I bought in 6th grade. Or my sparring gear which, as it is made of foam, is probably nearing the end of it's lifespan.

The stationery is being tossed. I'm sick of carting it around. The sparring gear... Blanche, do you have any use for it? I don't know if any of it would fit. If not, I think it's either going to be thrown away or donated. If I get to the point where I'm taking classes again, and get far enough along that I need sparring gear, chances are that I'll be able to afford it one way or another.

We have a really large number of books. This is partially because we have vague plans to open an used bookstore one day, and partially because we're just packrats. All of them are being moved. I had three (out of god only knows how many) that I was going to take to Bogey's to sell back (they pay up to half price for recent science fiction and mysteries), but I don't suspect I'll manage to make it down there during book buying hours, so I'll just keep them.

[livejournal.com profile] koyote is a packrat, too. Mostly of books, computers, and calculators. He has authorized me to get rid of any non-book, computer, or calculator clutter, but I don't feel quite comfortable doing so, as you can never tell what random thing has immense personal value.

This really isn't the ideal move for mercilous de-packratting. It's corporate. It would be easier to just let the movers take care of it all and worry about de-packratting next time around. But next time around I'll have kid clutter to deal with, so I may as well get my personal clutter at least somewhat straightened out now.

I'm a little curious as to where the packrat disease from. Is it a survival trait gone awry? Or simply a symptom of our commercial society? Or a symptom of the mis-teaching about the inherent value of gifts?

I'm inclined to believe the one of the latter two when I find myself having a hard time getting rid of stuff that truly is junk. Like the orange hand. Two years or so ago, my co-worker gave it to me for Christmas or something. It's this frosted orange plastic hand-shaped coaster. Kinda neat looking, but there is no real reason for it to exist. I put it in my box of stuff to take home from work, which consists primarily of a bunch of other neat but not really deserving of existance items which decorated my desk.

My two main thought processes about it: "This is mine. I can't get rid of it." and "Someone gave this to me, and therefor it would be rude to get rid of it".

Looking at it that way, it's obvious the silly thing needs to go. So I'll stick it in the donation box.

But donating is really just another facet of this drive to hold on to things. Even if, like the orange hand, it is of no conceivable use to anyone, it makes me feel better to think that someone else has the option to claim it as a treasured possesion. It never did anything to deserve being sent to the dump, even if it doesn't deserve to exist in the first place.

But really, it's still assigning value to something that is basically valueless. Which is exactly the same thing that Target does (it looks like the type of room-decoration thing that comes from Target...I have a hard time imagining it came from anywhere else).

So I think I will have to a garbage-y grave, along with all the other junky clutter. I will stop worrying about who gave them to me, or their visual/audio/tactile coolness, and just toss them.

At least I can justify keeping my Beanie Baby collection from high school. I imagine they'll make good baby toys.
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I'm sorting through my clothing, looking for things to give away for a clothing drive and so I don't have to bother with moving it.

Some stuff is a no-brainer - a dress I never particularly liked that is way too small now, a cheap sweater I didn't try on before buying that ended up being really ugly, another dress that I like ok, but really can't imagine ever wearing again...

Then there are the sweaters. I have a ton of wool sweaters that I'll probably never wear, especially seeing as we're moving to Southern California. They were bought primarily for camping/emergency preparedness purposes. I suppose I should get rid of them, but my mind keeps telling me I might NEED them sometime. I will defer to [livejournal.com profile] koyote's judgement on them, I think.

Then there are the things I have some sort of attachment to. My karate uniforms, for instance. I suspect they will go - they take up a lot of room, and if I ever actually start up martial arts again, new ones aren't exactly expensive. I don't know what to do about the sweaters my mom gives me for Christmas. They're good quality, but I generally don't like how they look on me. This Christmas's is the one I'm most torn about - it's merino wool, but not a color I normally wear (lavender). It doesn't look particularly good now, but might look reasonable if I lost some weight. Or it might not be. I don't know. Or the nightshirt that my grandma gave me for Christmas. It's really cute, but I don't generally wear nightshirts.

Then there's the stuff that would be useful if I lost my pregnancy weight plus a bit (which is really quite likely, considering our moving plans). Some of it I really like, and will probably keep. Some is just ok - nothing I particularly love, but I'd wear them if they fit right. I'll probably get rid of them. It wouldn't be expensive to get replacements from a thrift store.

And then there are about 5 million t-shirts. Most of them are XL. I've become more comfortable with my body over the past few years, and I've come to the realization that I have never been big enough to actually need XL shirts. Under ordinary circumstances, I'd use this as an excuse to go ahead and get rid of them, but, in the next several months, I'm going to be needing too-big shirts. And after the baby is born, cheap shirts that I don't mind getting stained and dirty will be a good thing. So I guess I'll go ahead and keep them.

Besides, they extend the length of time I can go without doing laundry.

I'm such a packrat. There is so much stuff I know I'll never use, but that I don't want to get rid of "just in case". Moving is never fun. This time I suppose I'll actually have to go through and get rid of stuff, rather than just packing everything up to move with me.
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It struck me recently that it would be a good idea to start sorting out unneeded things (aka. reducing clutter) and packing wanted but not strictly necessary for day-to-day life things (aka. clutter) now, while I'm still able to move around with relative comfort/ease. Waiting until we actually have to move would probably be a bad idea, given the circumstances.

I'm glad I managed to think of this now instead of...oh...August.

I have a bunch of junk I've been carting around with me everywhere for the past several years which I never actually use. Time to get rid of that. The stuff without serious sentimental value, at least. I also have quite a bit of clothing that I'm realistically rather unlikely to ever wear again, given that I haven't worn it within the past four years or so.

I wish I knew where we were moving. We're probably going to buy land in the Mojave area (in Southern California) regardless of where we end up. At the very least, it's an investment, and we can sell it if we eventually decide not to move there. I'm looking at listings online and just have no clue how to interpret them. I suppose we should contact a real estate agent, have them figure it out for us, and then check out what they reccomend when we're next down there (possibly March).

Oh wow. It is significantly after 5. I can leave.


Aug. 11th, 2001 02:01 pm
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I have a love/hate relationship with weekends.

I look forward to them during the week, and don't like them to be over, but the weekend itself never feels long enough to relax, while being too long to not get bored out of my mind and depressed.

I need to clean, since chances are good that the person who wants to see the other room will show up sometime this weekend, and I have a pile of dishes that needs to be taken care of before that. And I'm sure the cats would appreciate it if I cleaned their litter box.

Litter boxes and small apartments do not mix. I wish they were healthier kitties so I could just let them outdoors.


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