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Honeys, I'm hooooome.  I left Balmer at 8:30 pm, since dinner was a little late, and got home at 2:30 am.  Hurray, and goodnight.
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There is a maniac on a Harley driving in circles around the house, across the lawn.  Good thing he lives here, or I would really have to wonder.  I think he is bored with his girlfriend across town, chaperoning a thirteen year old's social life.  Who knows how bizarre it could get, if she wasn't coming home tomorrow.
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Holy flash flood, Batman.  Our road is flooded in four places between the turn-off and our driveway (~1 mile), with the creek running amok,  I got high centered on gravel trying to pull into my own driveway.  Much of our driveway has relocated to the middle of the road, including some gravel small boulders the size of soccer balls.
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I just sent a sad email, telling She-Who-Brought-Me-A-Cat that Copper needs another place to live, long-term.  We will keep Copper until they find her a good home, but decided tonight that it isn't fair to add a fifth pet to the household - our resources only stretch so far, and she deserves a home where she is in, say, the top three animals. 

It has been fun having her, and we will joyfully keep her until the right opportunity comes along.  It will be sad to see her go, but it seems like the wiser choice when you look at our lives (RH taking a job next week that is going to keep her out of the house a million hours a week, me moving away in three months, K working full-time four hours away and road-tripping home when he can; each of us already having a pet who could use a little more attention).

This being a grown-up thing is not always that much fun.
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If you are going to the grocery store, what we really need is milk (organic, fat-free) and bananas.  That is true today, and it seems to be true anytime anyone heads to the grocery - we may or may not need other things, but those are the two that require constant replenishment here on the hill.  This is especially remarkable because no one drinks straight milk, but we cook with it and I slug it into my endless cups of tea.**

I realized in January that I had an entire drawer of tea bags, along with a pile of boxes in a cupboard.  There was a bit of hysteria over the fact that I had something like 450 tea bags stockpiled against future shortages, especially since I am moving away in 3.5 short months, but I am realizing that, as long as I am willing to sacrifice the Lipton, I should have time to drink the rest before I go. Constant tea drinking is one hedge against freezing to death in my essentially unheated bedroom (I am watching the snow blow past my window at about 30 mph as I type this).

The good news on the house front is that the living room is finally painted. It still needs trim, flooring, and furniture, but it may someday stop being a construction zone.  The wood flooring and trim stain have been chosen, so at this point it is more about execution and available resources than decision-making (which is what had slowed it down for so long).  Our new roommate doesn't sit still well and is currently a construction worker by trade, so lots of work gets done when he is here.  RH and I are going to a three day dance workshop this weekend and leaving K here (to feed the three dogs, two cats, and a fish in a shiny glass bowl), so there may be progress.  Rumor has it we will be getting new glass doors in the dining room, which would be nice (the old one started as double-paned, but one pane broke out so it doesn't provide much insulation).  They will still be 100% glass and dead-bolt free, but, hey, it's not my house.

** I went out to lunch with Becky the other day, and ordered hot tea. I asked for milk to put in it, and our waiter gave me a look of horror and announced, "That's weird!"  Becky agreed with him.  (I got my milk anyways).  Am I truly bizarre for putting milk in my tea?
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Kit-ten update.

Remember how I said I am not keeping her, no, no, no matter what.

Well my roommate suggested that rather than me keeping Copper, we keep her.  That way she will be a community cat and when I go she can keep living with RHeather.

This has potential.
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Our household usually consists of two girls, one part-time guy (he works 4 hours away, and is here between times), a poodle, a golden retriever, and a suspicious cat (he came with the guy, and is Not Sure about the rest of us). We are already a houseful, by most definitions.

This week we have an extra aged border collie on the premises.

I just agreed to foster a kitten.

And my friend's bad, bad border collie may be coming to stay, if she has to go north for ankle surgery.

This should be fun, or something: one dog living with me; one spending his days under the kitchen table; another corralled in RH's space upstairs (I sneak up and let her out a lot, actually). One cat alternating between life in RH's bed and under the front porch (really), and another segregated in my bathroom.  Let the games begin!
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It is kind of fun to watch two people you like falling in love.  I have a ridiculously front row seat, what with living down the hall, but it makes me grin to see how happy RH & K seem to be. (It helps that they have a good sense of when to Take It Upstairs).

My minor super-power seems to be holding.

[profile] lycantras, you sure you want to risk it as my next roommate?
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I lovelovelove where I live, but oh please $deity, someday I would like to live in a place where I can run both the toaster oven and the microwave at the same time, without blowing the kitchen fuse. 

On the other hand, how would I get comfortable with fuses boxes, if I didn't get to visit ours each week? Perhaps it is for the best after all....

(Took a break to belly dance.  Lots of walking 4/4 shimmies and both calibrated and paddle turns this week, weeeee! splat!  Am now eating soup and bread, then back to work).
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That was exciting! RHeather managed to get a log wedged in the door of the woodstove.  It was stuckstuckstuck and oh, yes, ON FIRE along the whole stove side. 

Fortunately we are such girl scouts that after I noticed her distress, we hatched a plan that involved multiple steps and two sets of hands, and saved the day (me dousing the log with a pitcher of water, her wiggling it out with heavy gloves on, me opening the doors for her to carry it out to the concrete, her whisking it outside, me dousing it again with more water).  I thought it was cute that while I was filling up the pitcher for a second dousing on the concrete she whisked my half full water bottle off the counter and carried it out to finish the job.

Life here is never boring.  And I think our smoke detectors work.
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We are back in the Blue Ridge mountains - it was an uneventful, boring 12 hours of airport / airplane drive, then a late night drive home since I just wanted to wake up in my own bed.  Between the driving energy and the time difference, I didn't get to sleep 'til 4 am, and was up at 10:30 so  I am having a hard time getting in motion this morning.  I have everything out of the suitcases at least, and a plan to get through some errands and the resettling today. 

I gotta say, coming home to Elsewhere is always great.  I was amused this trip to find a men's electric shaver charging on the counter, next to a three foot edged sword (note: edged but not sharp, it's a dancer's sword).  The shaver belongs to the new roommate and the sword to the old one - it was just an interesting juxtaposition.  Kiska and Chewbacca-the-cat have met. It went well-ish - the cat ran and she chased him, but there was no aggression on either part.  She seems glad to be home too, and is eating one of Raven's rawhides.

RoommateHeather loves me enough to climb out of bed when I called late last night and plug in my electric space heater.  Thank goodness, since my wing of the house has been closed off for the last month and was still chilly, despite two hours of pre-heating.  I think I may need an electric blanket if I am going to keep from freezing to death... Maybe after I get my errands run today I will go find one.
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I may never grow accustomed to hearing the dogs go crazy and walking out to find a strange man (so far only one at a time) in my kitchen. However, I need to work on it since it seems to happen around here with some regularity. They are all nice strange men, friends of my roommate, etc. but it still tends to suprise me.

I am STILL STUCK on global trust time two scale statistics. Why, why, why is the reliability so low?
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The snot monsters have gotten me. I am sick.

And yet, I am still at the library, sitting across the table from Anna as we both try and tick through our to-do lists.

Amusing bits from Chez Elsewhere this morning: I made myself frnech toast since I was feeling crappy. Rheather came down her stairs at just about eight (when she is supposed to be at work) and her poodle launched himself from the bottom step into my lap - aimed at the french toast in my hand. Once we sorted that out, Rheather said, "So you didn't sleep either?" "Nope, but the sky was really pretty when Kis and I went out about one ay-em." Then she gathered up a bag of granola, banana, and half gallon of milk, and dashed out to the car. She only works two minutes away, was she planning to have a bowl of cereal en route?
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Dreamily walking barefoot around the house's dark exterior, looking for Mars (which should be fantastic tonight) is only marvelous up until you step on a slug, with that lovely bare foot, and feel it *squish* under you.
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For the curious, I am sitting in my new room (in VA) typing this.

My email is coming in, but I still cant send any messages.  Hopefully I will get that straightened out here soon.

I misremembered the ugly wallpaper. It is still ugly, but only the bottom three feet are navy blue.  It is tan from the ceiling down to t six inch widish border featuring bears, cabins, and canoes.  I am going to live with it awhile, since I dont really have time to do much about it.

I need to go get some stuff out of my storage unit so I can begin moving in, then buy a dresser so I will have somewhere to put it. 

More later.

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