That’s right, y’all. I’m mixin’ up the “street” with the “frenchy” and adding a dash of “southern redneck.” ‘Cause that’s how I roll. Yo.
OK, OK, stop laughing.
No, really, get up off the floor and stop laughing.
OK, I’ll wait.
Better now? Good.
Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, telling you what’s been going on at my house these last few days.
1. My baby sister (let’s call her AJ) moved in with me/us. AJ’s new to town and has an uphill climb here, and I’m glad to be able to offer her a safe place from which to, um, climb. That is, at least till August, when we may all be homeless. (See #2.)
2. My rental agent (to whom I have paid the rent for the last almost-two years) rented my condo out from under me. Without verifying for absolutely certain that I would not be renewing my lease. With still 10 weeks or so left on my lease. Despite the fact that I told her secretary to have her e-mail me because I wanted to discuss the renewal with her (a message my agent tells me was not passed on). Despite the fact that I’m already in there, have been a truly non-pain-in-the-ass tenant for almost two years, have never made a late payment. Frak! And, OK, maybe I’ll be better off with a different arrangement, so I’m not worried about her or her company screwing me over in the future, so maybe in the long run this is a good thing. But, folks, I work nights. I sleep days. When the frak am I supposed to go house hunting?? And in a student/university town? Two months before folks start moving in for the fall semester??? I repeat: Frak!
3. The kitties are back at mom’s. I know: Awwwwwww! And I miss them already, but I don’t miss the litterbox or the odeur of salmon Friskies every morning. And I don’t miss worrying about getting caught with unauthorized pets in the condo. (Although, if I’d known about #2 sooner…. )
4. In the immortal words of Alice Cooper: School’s out for summer! At my house, that means BC18 is graduating high school later today. (I’ll try to post with pictures of him tonight.) He’s halfway through a 6-week dual-enrollment course (Beginning Japanese I) at the University of Florida, so he still has to go to school every morning until the end of June. That will finish off his requirements for the Florida Bright Futures Scholarship program, which will almost completely fund him for college this fall. (Woot, woot!) As for BC11, he’s taking a week off, then going to summer school for a month. [Warning: run-on sentence ahead.] With a passing grade there (which in his case just means doing the assignments and turning them in as requested, when requested, ’cause the work itself is no challenge to him at all) and the last of his required childhood immunizations (wonder if he’s forgotten he still has to get a shot before the state will let him into 7th grade?), he’ll advance beyond 6th grade (please, gods?) and have about 6 weeks of freedom to enjoy. [See, told ya. Next time you’ll take my warnings seriously, won’t you?]
5. Reading, more reading**, sleeping funky hours, not knitting. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I cannot seem to get regulated. I want to reset my body clock so I can sleep sooner after I get off work, with a goal of being in dreamland by 9:30 or so every morning. That would let me get up around 5 p.m. every day with no sleep deprivation AND with hours (potentially productive hours) to spend with family, friends and fiber before having to go to work again. Maybe items #1-4 have undermined my efforts. Yes, even #2, ’cause I had to stay up on Tuesday morning (after getting off work at 7:00 a.m.) to drive to Mom’s, two hours away. Then I had to stay up and BS socialize with Mom for an hour or so before finally going to bed/sleep. After 5 hours of coma-like sleep, at around 6 p.m., I was awakened when Puffer kitty decided she really needed to come into “my” room… and kept scratching on the door until I let her in. Then she made me pet her and love her and call her George for just long enough that I couldn’t go back to sleep. (Think it was revenge or something, folks? Nah, surely not. She loves it at Mom’s! Right? Right. Although she really hates riding in a cat carrier and, um, I forced her into one. So, well, um. Damn, she’s clever! She got even AND made me complicit in said revenge. Complicit in and ignorant of. For days. Oooh, she’s in for it now! Don’t be smug, Puffer. I shall even the score. Oh yes, I shall.)
6. Rambling. See parenthetical stuff at end of #5. ‘Nuff said.
** see Books Read 2008 sidebar for titles and mini-reviews. And, folks, get thee to a library or online seller of reading materials and get thee started reading Jan Burke’s Irene Kelly series. Thou wilt thank me.