Wednesday, June 28, 2006

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  My Xanga ladies make me grin   My boys too, of course, but my Xanga-aunts, as I refer to many of you in private to my husband or mother, are those I feel really connected to, whose trials and tribulations and many laughs I delight in living through vicariously.  I care deeply about you.

  Last night the lub and I made dinner and worked on a puzzle together.  I had planned on doing the puzzle, making tea, lighting some incense, and just relaxing, but part of that plan was to do it peacefully, maybe opening the door to the porch to let some air in.  But... they took my porch away!  I could now walk out that screen door and fall eight-ish feet to the ground below.  The apartment complex I live in has been doing renovations on most of the porches of its residents.  They're trying to improve their image, attract more residents.  The place is a little on the expensive side, and you have to pay pretty much all utilities yourself, but I really love it.  The layout is good, the rooms spacious.  There are two things I would change about the apartment itself - update the shower so that the showerhead is above my head, and make the kitchen bigger/lighter/add a window (impossible).  I love my porch and my living room and my numerous closets and my two windows in the bedroom.  I love the proximity to work, to commercial areas, to trees.  I like that it has an exercise room, even if I'm too lazy to use it most of the time.

  I remembered my sunglasses today for my daily walk around campus and the surrounding areas with Jenn over lunch... but I forgot my socks.  One cannot hike sans chaussettes.  C'est stupide!  (et pas super-cool)  So I stayed in today, had some soup and Diet Coke.

  Tonight I will continue the mundane pleasures of life and go to the parents' house to do laundry and to cook them some spaghetti.  Steve loves this sauce we discovered a while ago, and he suggested we share it with them.  I'll also be able to catch up with the daily crosswords my mom gets now that she takes the local paper and the NY Times.  Keeps my mind nimble.

  Because, as much as I love Harry Potter, and wish I was at home poring over book five right now, I do need a bit more mental stimulation than that.  On Beauty is coming along much more slowly.  I enjoy reading it, but, again, it's not as gripping as potter.  I agree with queenoscot's assessment of 5 as being a precursor to 6, but I'm gripped anyway.  I don't feel that much is yet happening (they're setting the Ministry up for doom, Dumbledore up for semi-permanent absence, etc.), but I actually enjoy meeting Lovegood, watching Potter mature (even though I'll want to slap him in about a hundred pages).

  Okay, so I'm boring the crap out of all of you who have read this far.    Boo, this is what I'm talking about - today's blog is all for me.  Haven't written in a while, and I feel a bit compelled to just get out anything that comes to me.

  I am excited, and think you might find interesting, the crazy trip I'm half-planning for this weekend.  My best friend from college lives twelve hours away from here, and she's moving to a place a few hours closer.  Her family is unable to help her move, and her evil mother somehow abhors her amazing fiance, so he's not welcome at the house (and it's too expensive for him to fly right now), so... I'm going to drive out and hang out with her and help her move, because moving is one of the things at which I do semi-well. (HA!)  So there will be lots of singing and making jokes and eating yummy things.  I'll leave Friday afternoon, I think, and come back Tuesday night.  Happy Fourth of July to all!  I'll likely write tomorrow and Friday morning, but we'll see.

  Finally, before I end this scattered tome, send your prayers to Belfast this week.  Sabra-Leah's and my friend Max is off to Eire to do some ministry and have a fabulous time in his heart's second home.  Wish him the best!

  Peace!

  P.S. - Is anybody familiar with Debbie Friedman or any traditional or contemporary Jewish music?  I've been thinking a lot about a choir I was in in college and how much I miss it.  I find myself singing about Jerusalem or the Holocaust or bar and bat mitzvahs all the time.

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