be good or be gone

I spent way too much time on my computer today, and didn't get nearly enough done to show for it (expect for some online shopping, of course, because #priorities). Also, I slept way too late and then spent way too much time reading twitter, which didn't help my productivity. But I sent some critical emails and checked off some critical tings, and I spent the last three hours researching possible website names for my travel blog (more on that tbd).

I also took a break somewhere in there today - I started the day with a fucking delicious hot ham and cheese sandwich, and I ended it with ham and bean soup and cornbread (yes, we are drowning in ham and I have #noregrets). And I watched 'Life in Pieces', which I've already said I adore; I am also strangely fond of 'The Great Indoors' with Joel McHale, which I wasn't expecting to like since millennial jokes aren't always funny, but this one somehow works.

But now that I'm updated you, it's time to go to bed - goodnight!

it's so cold out here in your wilderness

My contacts are starting to stick to my eyeballs, so I suppose I should go to bed. But today was good, all in all - I slept in, then spent the late morning/early afternoon taking care of business and evaluating my life decisions (that sounds more dramatic than it was).

But eventually I left the house and drove to the next town over to a) buy some stuff at Walmart so that I can organize the massive amount of stuff that I brought here and need to cram into my bedroom, and b) have dinner with my friend Hannah. She's also my cousin, if that matters, although distant enough that we didn't attend the same family reunions. We went to George and Nick's (which my parents call the Greeks), where I had a steak and she had a tenderloin, and we caught up on all sorts of life events. I also got her feelings on Harambe, which was interesting since she is a zookeeper by training (although she now works as a naturalist at a nearby park/resort).

Harambe was perhaps not the most interesting thing we discussed, but since you don't know any of the people or events that we *did* discuss, that's all I'll share. We hung out for about three hours, and then I drove home (and managed not to hit any of the ten or so deer I saw along the way) and spent the last hour lost in a rabbit hole of online shopping (I'm trying to figure out whether I need any new clothes for Bali, and if so, what those clothes might be). But now I should sleep and not buy anything until I start sorting through my clothes tomorrow - goodnight!

i've touched this place before somewhere in another time

Maybe my toe isn't broken...it hurts in odd ways depending on how (and how long) I've been standing, and it aches a bit, but it's nowhere near as bad as the last time I broke it. This is a huge relief, since I wasn't looking forward to navigating multiple airports and new cities with a broken toe.

To celebrate, I spent the day taking care of business...I answered a bunch of email that I've been neglecting (but not all of it), dealt with some financial/residency business (but not all of it), and generally tried to be productive. But I took a break for supper and continued to break for the rest of the evening - we had leftovers, which were still yummy, and I drank some Decoy pinot noir that I'd brought back with me, mostly because my dad had given me a wineglass that said 'Shit's about to get fancy' and I wanted to use it (and instagram it, because that's how I roll).

We also played two rounds of 'Ticket to Ride', since we're apparently total fucking addicts; I won the first round and my mom won the second, so that was fun. We're so addicted that we skipped the Kennedy Center Honors for the first time that I can remember, but hopefully we'll watch it another night. And now I must sleep so I can continue the productivity tomorrow - goodnight!

before this river becomes an ocean

I had a great day if you ignore the fact that I may have rebroken the toe that I broke a couple of years ago...but I've been applying ice and elevating it, and I hope that it just hurts and isn't actually broken. However, if it's broken, at least I'm about to take off for a place where I can wear sandals through most of the recovery period...but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I slept in this morning, since we had no pressing family issues. But I eventually got up, showered, made some coffee, and generally pulled myself together so that we could play games today. Usually we would play our usual standby (Rail Baron, for those of you who don't read the blog religiously and remember every detail of my life). However, [censored] bought Ticket to Ride, and we decided to try that instead - it only takes a couple of hours, while Rail Baron takes six to eight, so I naively thought that maybe we'd play a round or two and then I would answer some of the email I've been neglecting.

Of course, that was a silly assumption - we ended up loving it and playing four rounds (I won twice), which meant we played for as long or longer than what Rail Baron would have entailed. But it was faster paced than Rail Baron, and while it sucks to lose anytime, it's way less sucky to lose when you have the chance to play again (or only spend 30-60mins knowing you're going to lose) rather than knowing you're going to lose and still having to play for four more hours.

At some point in there, I got up to put my lunch plate away and stubbed the hell out of my toe on a chair that wasn't in its usual position. It feels like it may be broken, but I'm hoping I'm wrong (and also hoping that, if it is, I did a better job of not damaging it further this time...last time I ignored it and went to a concert and stood on it for six hours, which was not ideal). We also took breaks to eat supper, and to analyze our previous games, as we usually do. And I came downstairs at 11:30 with the intention of going to bed, but instead messed around with some online shopping (without success) until now.

And now I need to sleep - tomorrow I definitely want to get some work done, so cross your fingers for that. Goodnight!

time to pick my heart up off the floor

Merry Christmas, everyone! I had a great day in ye olde Iowa, and as usual, I'm sad it's over. But this morning was one of those perfectly tranquil Christmas mornings...I woke up without being forced at 7:30, which is earlier than usual for me, but it gave me time to make some coffee (and have both my father and [censored] make jokes about the Folgers coffee commercial where the kid comes home from the army and makes coffee for his mom to wake her up, since my coffee grinder would have awoken the dead before the smell of brewing coffee could do the job). Then we spent a leisurely couple of hours opening gifts...so leisurely, in fact, that we had to stop for a break in the middle and eat breakfast.

But the gifts were great - I was pretty happy with what I'd chosen to give the family (despite feeling a little panicked a couple of days ago because the move had me so discombobulated that I'd forgotten what I'd ordered/bought in some cases), and I enjoyed giving the various tings to the various people. I was also happy with what I received - mostly things to prepare me for my travels + things to support my writing/fountain pen addictions, along with a couple of random objects I've coveted (a bracelet, a bed tray, a pair of Tom's shoes that were wrapped in two different boxes). And Dad surprised us all at the end with gifts we weren't expecting - in [censored]'s case, it was [censored] with a couple of [censored] that he can use for practicing [censored] if he can figure out how to [censored]; in Mom's case, it was an eighty-pound rock carved with something for her garden (which was a bitch to haul into the house when wrapped in a box); and in my case, it was a pair of diamond earrings, which I will v. happily wear all the time (and is much more convenient than either a rock or a [censored], so I would say I lucked out).

So, that was all great. We spent a couple of hours hanging out and messing around, but eventually we all had to get ready for the next event. My sister came over with her husband and three kids (and the girls brought boyfriends, and also my great-niece Jaicee was here). We had supper, and Jaicee destroyed me several times at Jenga - despite the fact that she's seven, she's a beast when it comes to Jenga. Then we exchanged gifts, and Sammi took Jaicee to her dad's before coming back, and some of us played some Cards Against Humanity until it was time to part ways (#protip: play with someone who works for the Amish to maximize shock value - one of the boyfriends works for an Amish guy and he seemed shocked by many of the concepts, although I think he was feigning innocence).

Then they all left, and I hung out upstairs for awhile, and then I came down and messed around in my journal and perused Anthropologie's sale, as one does. And now I am desperate for sleep - goodnight!

i want a yacht and really that's not a lot

Today was our annual Wampler Family Christmas (tm), and we celebrated in our usual delightful manner. Uncle Mark, Aunt Kathy, and Andrew (you may know him as Drewbaby) arrived a little after ten, and Aunt Becky and Uncle Brian (you may know him as the scandalous pirate boyfriend, although they've been married for years) arrived a bit later. Andrew went into town to pick up Gram - she was rather confused throughout, but that's the way she rolls, so #yolo (which is another way to say that her dementia is terrible and heartwrenching and I don't want to acknowledge it, so I will make a joke instead).

We had lunch shortly thereafter - Mom made turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, corn casserole (with gluten free cornbread mix, and it was perfect), relishes, and deviled eggs, and Aunt Kathy brought broccoli salad (which is basically bacon salad) and pumpkin pie, and Aunt B brought rolls (which I couldn't eat, but which smelled delish). The food was all delicious, and I would have happily gone into a food coma after that - but we had a white elephant gift exchange and I needed all my wits about me. I also needed wine, which Kathy encouraged me to open, so I blame her for having a couple of glasses of sauvignon blanc.

Our white elephant was a first attempt, and I would say that it was successful. There were clearly some people who pursued the strategy of getting rid of things they no longer wanted (which is how I ended up with a Ukrainian teapot). For some people, this backfired, since Aunt Kathy tried to get rid of a piggy bank, and Uncle Mark picked it not realizing that it was the gift she'd brought. It also backfired for [censored], who ended up giving his childhood [censored] to my dad, who will likely get far too much enjoyment out of it. But a good time was had by all (even Gram, who was appalled when someone stole someone else's present), so we'll do it again next year. And Becky brought a saran wrap ball of goodies that we had to take turns unwrapping, which added some ridiculousness.

After that, we mostly hung out, and some of us tried a game that Mark brought (Skiwampus, bought solely for the name, but it's pretty good). Everyone left by 5 or 5:30, and I spent the evening trying to regain my energy, eating leftovers, talking to [censored], and finishing the wrapping job.

And now I need to sleep - Christmas morning is coming all too soon. Goodnight!

you're caught between the devil and the deep blue sea

I spent most of today getting ready for Christmas, which was both good (since I really needed to) and bad (since I would rather be writing or unpacking or repacking or doing the million things that have to get done before I can go to Bali). But I managed to get nine hours of sleep, and then I made some coffee and talked to the family and ate breakfast, and then I (mostly) finished unloading my car.

I wasn't ready to get behind the driver's seat again, but I had to go in to town to finish some Christmas stuff. Once my errands were accomplished, I came home and messed around and watched some [censored] with [censored] (Animal is possibly my favorite [censored], although the [censored] are cantankerous and give Animal a run for his money). We all had supper in Seymour, and then we saw some Christmas lights, and then we came home and I wrapped presents for awhile.

And now that you're all caught up on my glamorous life, I need to sleep - I have Christmas plans for most of tomorrow, and I will survive them better if I'm well-rested. Goodnight!

my body's made of crushed little stars

Today was my first full day back in Iowa, and I celebrated by not leaving the house and therefore not having to get behind the wheel of a car. I did touch my car, since I unloaded half of it, but I didn't drive it (even to get it out of my mom's parking spot in the garage - how long will it take for her to notice that I've conned her out of an indoor space?).

I also celebrated by getting eight hours of sleep, which was great. Then I lazed about for two hours and caught up on online life, which I've mostly ignored for the last two weeks, and I think I should go back to ignoring it stat. Then I went upstairs, went straight to the car to unpack my burr grinder and my Philz beans and my Aeropress (I have priorities), and made coffee and talked to my parents for quite some time. I also made myself bacon and eggs, since I'd missed breakfast hours earlier, but I regret nothing.

By 2pm I was beginning to feel like maybe I should accomplish something, so I took a long shower. Then I unpacked half my car in a rather desultory fashion. [censored] eventually showed up, and we watched too many clips of [censored], as we usually do. We also had supper - it was warm outside (like a balmy 35!), so my dad grilled bratwurst, which is one of my favorite things, and my mom made baked beans and fried potatoes, which are two more of my favorite things. Then I was going to be productive, but instead I got sucked into some fine CBS programming - I really like 'Life in Pieces' a lot, and they showed three episodes tonight, and I watched them all.

But rather than stay up way too late pretending that I'm going to get something done, I'm going to go to bed shockingly early, hope for nine hours of sleep, and get up in time to finish unloading my car and taking care of Christmas shopping and wrapping and email and all the other million things I've been neglecting. Goodnight!

i love this record baby but i can't see straight anymore

I made it back to my ancestral home tonight, after a v. brutal drive - I drove 696 miles today, which is marginally shorter than the 737 miles I drove from SF to Salt Lake, but the last three hours of the drive were on two-lane highways through the rural parts of Iowa, where I had to be ever-vigilant for deer, which was a far cry from the easy 80mph cruising through Nevada and Utah. Also, Nebraska is incredibly, insanely boring, unlike the more scenic areas of Nevada and Wyoming. So, I'm v. v. v. glad to be out of my car and done with my move - I have to unload my car tomorrow, but then I can stop schlepping things around for awhile and focus on taking care of business and enjoying my family before my upcoming adventure.

So, that's all - I said my fond farewells to Katie and her daughters this morning (Julia was surprisingly distraught that I was leaving, but Anne was quite okay with it), and then drove alllll day. Lunch was leftover pizza from last night, as well as a couple of hashbrowns at some point; dinner was a bologna sandwich made with gf bread from my cooler and bologna I bought at a truckstop when I was craving the comfort foods of my youth (I haven't had bologna in years). And I spent most of Nebraska listening to the steady, entertaining, soothing voice of Rob Lowe narrating the rest of his autobiography, which was great.

But now I'm desperate for sleep, and I'm not setting my alarm, so no one should expect anything out of me for many hours. And finally, happy birthday to Jess! Goodnight!

when i dream, i dream of your lips

I made my escape from Rawlins today, and I successfully traversed the windswept plains of I-80 through Wyoming. There's something gorgeously desolate about that stretch of Wyoming - scrub and rocks leading to hills and mountains in the distance, with increasingly interesting, weathered, ancient rock formations that my grandfather would have loved. It was all lightly dusted with snow, and the wind whistling around my car added to the splendor.

Of course, the twenty+ truck drivers whose semis had been blown off the interstate weren't having such a splendid day; there's something shocking about seeing a semi on its side, even in conditions like these that are ripe for it. But I made it through without any issues, turning south at Laramie to head toward Colorado and my rendezvous with destiny (aka Katie).

I arrived in Denver around 1:30, and she and I made our escape and had a late lunch at Postino - it's a wine bar she'd taken me to once before, and I deeply enjoyed the bruschetta we got (I rarely get to have bruschetta, but they had an excellent gluten free bread, and so we ordered like eight of them). Then we got pedicures, which is way more brutal when one has to walk out of the salon in their free disposable flipflops into a slushy snowbank instead of into the 'cold' of San Francisco. Then we came home, hung out with the girls, welcomed James home, and eventually ordered dinner - I successfully replicated an evening in SF, since Patxi's (my favorite pizza place) has expanded from SF to Denver, and I was able to use Postmates to order it.

After the girls were in bed, we continued to talk about the wide variety of topics we'd covered throughout the day (family, politics, health issues, watches, instagram, homelessness, nomadic wanderings, small town life, etc.)...but now I'm desperate to sleep because I need to drive in the morning, and they're desperate to sleep because their small humans will likely wake them up early. Goodnight!

but when they cut me open, i guess that changed my mind

tl;dr: drowsiness is red alert.

Today was markedly less smooth than yesterday. I think driving 700+ miles yesterday after all the stress and sleepless nights of packing tapped into the very last of my reserves, and I felt groggy and out of it all day. It probably doesn't help that I'm mostly at altitude (I crossed the continental divide and am in Rawlins, Wyoming, which is apparently 6800' - a full 1500' above Denver), or that the eight hours of sleep I got last night isn't nearly enough to compensate for the nights of deprivation.

So I got up around 8:30, threw on some clothes, and went to the complimentary breakfast because it closed at nine (it was not very good, but was free). Then I walked around the block to buy a couple of things at a drugstore, came back to the hotel, showered, and repacked my car. Unpacking and repacking my car is taking quite a bit of time, since I'm worried about things freezing...but I finally got out of Salt Lake around 11:30. I intended to get to Denver tonight...

...but I was beyond tired, and I kept stopping to try to reenergize myself through a combination of freezing temperatures, coffee, snacks, and a v. brief nap in the parking lot of a McDonalds. By the time I reached Rawlins, it was dark (after a gorgeous sunset that I could only view in my rearview mirror) - and I saw a sign saying that I-80 was closed to high-profile light vehicles between here and Laramie (which is where I would have turned off to go south toward Denver) because of extreme winds.

I don't totally qualify as a high profile vehicle - but driving a hundred miles in 60mph winds, in the dark, with blowing snow from what's scattered around the roads from previous storms, sounded like it was not going to be fun at all. Add to that that I'm exhausted, and I decided to throw in the towel and stay in Rawlins.

So, I'm at a hotel that is so new that the building isn't actually on Google Maps (the address is, but the building outline isn't there), and it's quite nice (and cheap - $75/night, with free breakfast and internet and parking, which isn't at all what I'm used to paying). I checked in and shlepped all my stuff upstairs, and then I did a bit of work (I need to do so much writing stuff and haven't had a chance to do anything for two weeks). Then I thought about eating boiled eggs and potato chips from my snack stash, but I decided to go out for dinner - and had a guacamole bacon burger at a place called Buck's, which was really good and made me feel way better. And it turns out that Rawlins is kind of cute when you aren't just passing through on the interstate.

However, it's not cute enough for me to want to stay here tomorrow - so I'm going to sleep, hope to get nine hours, and hope that I can make it out of here at a time in the morning when the winds aren't too bad. Goodnight!

we use our bodies to make our own videos

tl;dr: 737 miles down!

I'm so exhausted that I can barely think...I got to Salt Lake an hour and a half ago, but then I had to unload my car and figure out my room situation and unpack my cooler, etc., etc., etc. Today went as smoothly as it could have, which helped to make up for the debacle that was yesterday - but rather than my intended leisurely two-day trip to Salt Lake, I did it all in one. That means I got up at 6:20am, showered, dried myself off with yesterday's tshirt (since I threw away my towel as I was leaving last night, thinking that I wouldn't need it), repacked my car, and said goodbye to the city of sin. I left a little before eight, and the drive was beautiful - if the traffic situation was always as good as it is on Sundays at 8am, the Bay Area would be vastly more liveable.

So, I drove and drove and drove, with a quick stop in Auburn for coffee, followed by a longer stop in Reno for lunch at Chipotle. Then I put the hammer down in Nevada - I set the cruise at 82, turned on Rob Lowe's "Stories I Tell My Friends" audiobook autobiography, and rocked down the highway. The sun set on me while I was still in Nevada, and it was all a surreal fugue state narrated by Rob that I remember very little of (but I've driven across Nevada multiple times and it doesn't get better with age).

However, I stopped in Winnemucca for a bathroom/coffee break, and in Carlin for gas, and in Wells for more bathroom/coffee, and in Wendover for more gas (I probably didn't need the second gas stop, but there's 60+ miles in western Utah without gas stations, and I didn't want to risk it). I got to Salt Lake at ~10pm Mountain time, unloaded the car, and you know the rest.

And now I desperately need to sleep, and hopefully have a shorter day tomorrow. Happy birthday to my mother and to Vidya (aka my former Chandlord) - goodnight!

now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged

tl;dr: San Francisco, I wish I knew how to quit you.

Surprisingly I wasn't hungover this morning, despite my attempt to drink all the bubbles at Nectar last night... But today still didn't go smoothly. In fact, it went so not smoothly that instead of writing this in Reno after a leisurely drive, I'm writing on my phone in San Francisco. It took sooooo much longer than planned to get everything to my storage unit and then to load my car for my trip - each thing that I had to take to my car took at least six minutes because it takes forever to call the elevator, go down eighteen or so flights, walk to the car, and then reverse the process.

So basically I spent all day going up and down the elevator. I also had some pizza and also saw Vidya, who came over on official Chandlord business this afternoon. And I was all loaded up and literally halfway out of the garage at 8:30pm when I realized I was far too tired to have any real shot at successfully making it to Reno (especially since the hardest part of the drive is the last hour). So I made two more elevator trips to bring my suitcase and cooler and comforter back upstairs, and I'm going to sleep right now and aim to be on the road by seven so I can still make salt lake tomorrow. And hopefully tomorrow will be smoother - goodnight!

are you with me? are you with me...

Tomorrow night, I will be in Nevada, which is surreal and not totally comprehensible at the moment (but that may be the champagne talking). Today was my last full day in the city of sin (with the exception of a v. brief 48-hour layover in January), and it was a lot of work and a lot of stress and a lot of fun and a lot of weird emotional upheaval and a lot of joy.

The work came first, of course - I got less than five hours of sleep, and then woke up and kept packing. I don't remember my last move being this bad, despite having a much bigger space - but maybe I blocked the trauma out of my memories. But it all wasn't helped by losing access to my car for several hours - I dropped it off at Toyota to get them to change the coolant and add antifreeze to my windshield fluid, and they checked the tires and verified that everything was good, and they also installed the new wiper blades that I'd bought and not had a chance to install. However, that meant that I couldn't take things to storage today...

...which was for the best, since the cleaners I hired were an hour late and also took an hour longer than I'd estimated to do the job. But the apartment is cleaner than I've ever seen it (except for all the stuff that needs to go to storage/Iowa), and so when they were gone, I picked up my car, and then I ordered takeout from Dosa and took a brief nap on the couch while watching the sun through the amazingly clear windows.

Then I rallied and took a shower and made myself up, and then I got a manicure to repair the ravages of the move. Then, I met up with Vidya - we walked down to the Marina together, where we had a delightful early dinner with Claudia (aka Santy Claude - 'tis the Season!) at Bistro Aix (one of my favorites), where I ordered a bottle of Ridge to punish Vidya for something that I don't even remember right now.

Then we proceeded to Nectar, where I'd arranged for a semi-private party for the evening. Claudia and Vidya and I had wine there until Vidya left, but then the party picked up quickly - a bunch of people rolled in at once, including Katrina, Anthony and Dormain, Jen, Joann, Jane, Peder (aka Timmy Timer), Suzy, and Carolyn. They were followed by Lauren (my old boss from ten years ago), Jenni, and Jesse; Tom, Julie, and Deano; Raja Shah; Justin; Lauren (aka Subz); Sam (Claudia's boyfriend); Rajiv and Sheila; and Oniel (who came despite having to drive over from Castro Valley, which is a real feat).

So that was all totally delightful. I can't recount all the conversations here...I talked a lot about Spinster Honeymoon, and a little bit about Rilla of Ingleside (with Sheila, whom Katie and I would consider to be the race of Joseph), and nearly got lured into an argument between Tom and Julie about generalizations, and made an aborted attempt at a candle ceremony, and tried to convince as many people as possible to come to Bali with me.

But now, I'm desperate for sleep...there's no way that I'll get out of here in time to avoid driving in the dark, which is almost better since I can't see the cliffs if it's dark. So I'm going to get as much sleep as possible so that I'm fresh for the drive - goodnight!

i got stamina

I just hit the wall, so I'm going to sleep and try to finish this fucking move tomorrow. I continue to be thrown off course by the sheer amount of socializing I want to do...while I did many hours of move-related stuff today, I also had lunch (in San Mateo, which sucked up a lot of driving time given the rain) with Anne, Barbara, and Carol to celebrate Anne's birthday and my departure. Lunch was delightful, but it feels like forever ago - some of it is hazy because I didn't have breakfast and was starving and couldn't eat the bread that tided the rest of them over while we waited an hour for our entrees. Bleh. But I'm glad I saw them, so it was #worthit.

Then I came home, with a stop at my storage unit, and traffic was abysmal. Once I got here, I packed for an hour, and then I went down to the Marina to see Chris and Leah at Nectar. I hadn't seen them in forever forever, and also Leah was collecting donations for a women's shelter, so I took some stuff that I needed to get rid of ([censored]: nothing exciting, don't worry). I had a glass of wine while talking to them, and while I probably should have been packing during that time, I'm glad I caught up with them.

Then I came home again for just long enough to grab some more stuff, and then I went over to Lauren's (aka Subz's) for girls' night in. She's storing a case of wine for me, and she laughed when I showed up, because I had the case of wine on my portable hand cart (the best investment ever) while holding my umbrella, and I declared myself the Mary Poppins of wine. You probably had to be there. We caught up and ate takeout Indian and drank some excellent merlot (Grgich Hills for the win), and she told me not to fall in love in Bali, and I'm going to miss her tremendously.

Then I came home yet again, and I packed for four hours straight. My kitchen is done (except for the fridge), and I am making progress on my clothes. I probably wouldn't be quite so stressed, but I have cleaners coming at 9am, and I have to drop my car off at my dealership to get it checked out for my trip at 8am, and that's six hours from now, and I want to have a lot more tidied up before the cleaners get here so I can take advantage of their expertise. So I'm going to get four hours of sleep, hit it hard in the morning, and then hopefully take a nap in the afternoon. This plan sounds terrible even as I say it, but it will all be over soon...so wish me luck with that. Goodnight!

baby baby baby, light my way

I should probably try to keep working tonight, but I think I've hit a moving wall...and since tomorrow morning is the only morning that I can sleep in (sans hangover), I think I'm going to go to bed and try to get as much sleep as possible. Today wasn't as productive as I'd intended for it to be, probably because I was so tired from yesterday. But I got up in time to take my car in to get the windshield chips fixed, and I had breakfast at a nearby cafe while they did that, so that was time well spent.

Then I ran to BevMo to steal some wine boxes (and, of course, bought some wine, because I'm an idiot - it will be slightly annoying carrying those bottles into hotels every night on my drive, but it will give me something to present to my hosts in Denver, and will give me something to enjoy for Christmas in Iowa). Then I came home and took a nap, because I couldn't anymore. And then I went to get my bangs trimmed - I finally had to tell my stylist that I'm leaving, and she didn't take it well. But I told her that I've booked her for a haircut when I'm back for forty-eight hours in January, and I think by the end she was on the road to forgiveness. We'll see, though - if she chops it all off in a grand gesture of revenge in January, I'll know that she didn't get over it as well as I'd hoped.

Then I went to my storage unit, dropped some stuff off, and picked up a rocking chair and an elephant lamp (everyone should have these things, right?). When I got home, I kept taking care of business until Vidya arrived - she took her work bus here, and then she plundered my canned goods and walked away with some bounty. She also discovered that the bottle of gold-filled champagne that she gave me for my birthday has a light at the bottom, which made it even more wonderful - now we both really want to drink it, but it will have to sit in an undisclosed location until I get back.

I drove her home, and we hauled the rocking chair and the elephant lamp inside, and then I said my adieus. When I got home, I meant to work as hard as possible, but I just don't have the energy tonight. So I did all the things that require my stepladder so I can put it in storage (although I just realized I was wrong about that - I need it for something I'm doing at the very end), and packed all my wine, etc., etc., but I still have a lot to do before the end.

But in forty-eight hours I'll be high on wine and life at my going-away party, and in seventy-two hours I'll (hopefully) be in Reno without too much of a hangover. Goodnight!

i'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete

Okay, I'm beyond tired (beyond beyond) - today was pretty brutal, especially since I only got ~4hrs of sleep last night. When I woke up, I was full of panic and adrenaline over everything I had to do - so I took a quick shower, made some coffee, and immediately started packing. And I basically packed for four hours straight. The movers showed up at 9:30, and the lead guy was the same guy who moved me last time, which was great since I really liked him. He was having PTSD flashbacks to the three flights of stairs at the old place, and was v. v. relieved when I told him he wouldn't have to take apart my patio table (which had clearly traumatized him - the blinds were closed and you never could guess that there's a terrace there, but he asked me of his own volition whether the patio table needed to be taken apart, which is an amazing or traumatic memory to survive for almost two years).

So. When they showed up I was nowhere close to done, although I was closer than I had been when I stumbled out of bed. So I kept packing while they moved things out, and kept handing them boxes. I got farther than I thought I would, but I'll still have to take a few things over myself- but that's better than it could have been.

When they were done here, I scarfed down two slices of leftover pizza (I hadn't had breakfast and was about to faint) and met them at my storage unit. They loaded it like the pros they are, and it was v. impressive (and fast). I also talked to the storage unit manager, whom I'd befriended on Friday, and gave him a copy of one of my books, and he took a selfie with me. Lol.

After that, I came home and took a v. brief (way too brief) nap, loaded my car with stuff for Goodwill, and drove down to San Bruno. Grace was coming down for an appointment, and we never see her on our writing dates, so I really wanted to see her before I leave. Anne and Barbara were there as well, and I basically kept them all from getting any work done during the last hour of their writing date (#worthit).

Then, I dropped stuff off at Goodwill, and then I met the Shedletskys in San Mateo for dinner. We went to Kingfish, where fish was v. likely the right thing to order (my salmon was perfect and exactly what I needed after living off takeout for the last few days). They were in fine form, and we discussed all the trips we'd like to take, and how it would be great to meet up with each other someplace next year, and they may have invited themselves to my family reunion in Texas (they are in for a surprise if they actually show up). We also discussed Spinster Honeymoon, and I clearly need to write this thing asap since I've talked it up to everyone now.

Then I drove home, spent an hour researching things I need to buy asap (like tire chains for my impending disaster of a drive, and drywall anchors to reinstall the closet organizer that I uninstalled when I moved in here), and spent another hour planning parties and also canceling things. And now I desperately need to sleep, and hope that I'll get nine hours to start making up for my deficit (not going to happen). Goodnight!

when he come up in the club he be blazing up

I had intended to leave packing for the last minute so as not to overwhelm my apartment until it was necessary - but it appears that I miscalculated by about ten hours, given that I have so very much left to pack (as in, most of my kitchen) and so very little time (eight hours before the movers show up, and I'm too tired to pull an all-nighter).

However, I packed my eleven boxes of books, which is the most important thing anyway. And everything is pretty organized thus far - I probably have more stuff that I intend to take to Iowa than will fit comfortably in my car, but that's a problem for another day (i.e. Wednesday). Right now I need to go to bed and eke out five hours of sleep and then get as much done as possible before the movers show up. Wheeeeeeeeee.

Oh, but one fun thing happened - I had lunch with Gyre today, where we said our fond farewells (although I've done this to him before, and we continue to be friends, so hopefully I'll see him when I'm back in May). Of course, that was time I could have spent packing, but it was #worthit. Goodnight!

you got an ache in your mind and that's a bad way to start

I think accomplishing the rest of my packing tomorrow is *theoretically* possible - but when I put time estimates against everything I have to do tomorrow, I hit sixteen hours, which seems a tad unrealistic. However, I added some breaks in there, and a shower (how luxe!), so maybe it's doable. We shall see, we shall see.

So today was mostly spent in drudgery. I got up around eight and packed until ten, when Chandlord came over (in her official capacity as my landlord, not her ceremonial capacity as my friend) and we showed the place to someone who may rent it. I hope that works out, since it would make my life a lot easier (in that she wants some of my furniture)...but I hope she tells us at some point tonight, because I need to know. She was super nice, and it was all good - but as soon as they all left, I started packing again in earnest.

I'd been putting off the box-buying trip (you can tell I'm behind if I didn't buy boxes until today...but in my defense I had plastic stuff from Container Store, and spent time doing the main paper stuff first), but I finally ventured out for boxes, which was the usual shitshow - the first Uhaul store was somehow out (even though I'd ordered online for pickup), so I had to go to another one, which looked even sketchier than the first one. But I procured my boxes and my car wasn't broken into in the five minutes I was inside, so I take that as a win. Then I came home, talked to my parents, and canceled dinner with Vidya and Claudia - I wanted to see them, but I'm running out of time.

So instead of having fun, I packed from five until midnight, with a break to rant about Instacart (whom I've grown to despise over the past six months; I thought that there was no way they could screw up five items from Target even though they usually screw up something with my groceries, but instead they screwed up two of the five - they replaced my quart ziplocs with sandwich bags, and replaced my 68 gallon ziplocs with 15 2.5gal ziplocs. Stupid). And now I really need to sleep if I'm going to get through tomorrow - goodnight!

lenny bruce is not afraid

My move is coming all too quickly, but I spent most of today spending time with important people rather than packing - which was the right decision for my heart responsibilities, and the wrong decision for my more prosaic move-related responsibilities. #noregrets

This morning I had to scurry around like mad and get out of the house early (but not early enough - I was half an hour late). I went over to Berkeley to see John and Jess - I wanted to make sure we got some quality time before I left. We were originally planning to go to Saul's for our usual breakfast, but they suggested that I come over to their house instead - which was perfect, since we were able to hang out for three hours, and they could let Ian sleep for most of it instead of going out into the rain.

So, it was great to see them; they made me a delicious breakfast (that looked suspicious like brunch, since we ate at 10:30 and John and I had mimosas, but Jess doesn't like eating brunch, so let's call it breakfast). John made homemade tortillas, and Jess poached some eggs, and there were delicious black beans and cheese and salsa and avocado, and some v. strong coffee to wake me up. Ian woke up about an hour before I needed to leave, so we kept talking while playing with him - he's possibly one of the cutest babies ever (no joke), so I enjoyed making silly faces at him while Jess kept telling him that my name is 'Auntie Wamp'.

But I had to leave there around 12:45 to make my next stop in my grand tour of the bay - this time, I had to go to Los Altos to have high tea with Jen and Joann (of spinster honeymoon fame). It was delightful to see them as well - tea was v. necessary given the weather, although I think that more of the food there was prepackaged than I would have preferred (but I've been snobby about food recently since I've been watching Top Chef). But we had a delightful conversation as well, so it was worth driving down for.

Then I came home, and traffic actually wasn't that bad all the way up to the city, until I made a critical error and turned onto a street that was closed a block up, and the only choice was to take a detour that cost me twenty minutes to go a mile. I was feeling nostalgic and bittersweet after spending the day with my friends, but that little interlude trying to get home erased all sweetness and reminded me that I need to get the fuck out of the city. So I came home, ordered thai food, watched an episode of Top Chef, talked to my doorman about guns for awhile, and cleared out my bathroom closet and packed up some of my clothes. There's still tons to do, of course, but I'm making progress.

But now I desperately need to take advantage of my bed while I still have it - goodnight!