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It is 92 degrees.

My new house is filled to the gills with miscellaneous stuff.

I am seriously considering Cheerios for dinner, since I wont have to cook them.

And I am feeling a little lonely and self-pitying. I need to hurry up and get it out of my system, as reality descends with a crash tomorrow.
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I hate it when I outsmart myself.

I pulled a bunch of files and notebooks out over the last two days of preparing to move, and have been shifting them around ever since. They were on my bed.  Then I made two piles - each a foot and a half high - over by the bookshelves to get the mess out of the way overnight.  It's always the last ten percent that takes the longest, because everything I didn't quite know how to deal with is in this pile, and I really dont feel ike dealing with it.

I started going through them earlier, and now paper covers every surface.  I am writing this with my elbows on heaps, and a scatter of loose notepaper on top of my hands over the keyboard.  The bed is even worse.  So I cant do anything, really, including go to bed until I fight back the paper monster.  Yick.

It will feel good to wake up knowing that I am as ready as I can be, at this stage, though. It will feel good to wake up knowing that and end tomorrow with my decisions executed (thrift store drop off done, papers shredded or recycled, etc.).

[I took a break from writing this, and progress has been made. I may get to bed at a decent hour after all].
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I got rid of a lot of stuff when I moved.

I mean, A LOT of stuff.

The ladies at Goodwill were totally sick of me.  At one point they even suggested I just jack the house up and tow it over to save myself a little time.

And yet.

And yet, I am still finding lots more stuff to get rid of as I unpack.  I am getting rid of a huge, heavy mirror.  A couch slipcover.  A bunch of pillows. A twin size down comforter and cover.  And lots of little stuff.

The hardest choice of objects to get rid of so far was a little footstool that I brought home with me after my grandfather's girlfriend passed away, since I remembered perching on it in their living room.  I just never use it, zdont have a space for it, someone spilled nail polish on it, and I dont think I will ever use it.  I took a moment to hold the memory close and let the object go, since it's the memory that matters.  I still have some of Elaine's jewelry, so if I need an object cue I can look at it instead.


The bathroom still has a lot of stuff in it, but now I am down to boxes which fill my plastic shelving unit (three shelves, five feet tall), one large plastic tote (it's a weird size and shape), and two rubbermaid totes (one of which will go into the closet full).  I think Kelly would still be shocked if she came home today, but at least she wouldn't faint upon entering.

The closet is a total disaster.  I need to pull everything out today and sort through it, but I dont want to. I think I am going to save that particular adventure for this afternoon and venture out to take my giant pile of broken down cardboard boxes to recycling, swing by the thrift store to make a donation, and take some stuff I want at school to school (since it is a weekend I can park close to my building).

Ah, moving.  What a delight.
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My books are unpacked. Just because it is a small room does not mean I gave up one inch of shelving - I still have three tall bookcases.  Since I ditched a bunch of books in preparation for the move there are even a few gaps.

I also put three milk crates of files into their drawers; dealt with the garbage bag of pillows, etc.; set up my fancy Ikea lamp, and generally put away everything still on the floor.

My room looks great, which makes me feel good.  Of course, it only looks great until you look in the closet (where everything is mounded two or three feet deep) or the bathroom, which is heaped high with many, many boxes.  

The bad news is that there are several bits and pieces I would like to keep but do not have space to include.  Several people have suggested a storage unit, but the idea of paying rent for my belongings to exist outside my life rubs me wrong. 

I need curtains.  I grew up in houses without them, but living in civilization uncurtained windows in rooms lit at night make me paranoid.

And I like it here - the moving part is very frustrating, but the house has good energy and I am still grateful to be free of my old house.
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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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Made some phone calls today.

The lawn service (aka:  Marvin) is done mowing my lawn and will let me know how much I owe him tomorrow. I need to send him a check.

The electricity is no longer in my name.

I cant get renter's insurance until I figure out the address for otherHeather's house, but the agent will call me tomorrow to move on that.


Kiska has a reservation to ride in the airplane cabin when we fly east in August. 

She passed her therapy dog test in October, but being Delta registerred is not the same as being a service dog. I inquired about having her fly in the plane then and realized I could probably take advantage of the ticket agent's lack of understanding, but didnt want to do something ethically questionnable. 

Then, on this last trip, I took her all over Regan National Airport with no problem and the women at the customer service desk in Seattle urged me to take her on the plane (after seeing her in her vest and checking her ID).  Between those successes and my continuing worry that the airline is going to kill my dog by leaving her on the tarmac in the heat for hours during a delay, it seemd like time to take her onboard.  So, I called and made her a reservation. We will ride in the bulkhead row window seat, with her curled up at my feet.  I won't tow a roll-on suitcase: I will carry a laptop bag and a shoulderbag with Kiska's stuff.  Not having the dog crate will make travelling so much simpler, and I think she will fly like a champ.
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I am typing this sitting cross-legged on my kitchen floor, eating cold leftover Chinese food with my fingers. My back rests where a table used to reside, and the silverware I should be using is more like silver?where?

I am packed.

I have about an hour of house wrap up to do tomorrow - rolling up my airbed, cleaning the bathroom, etc. I am glad I decided to have an official cleaning person come in. Washing walls and mopping floors is more than I could handle right now.

In the morning I will mow the lawn, sprinkle grass seed, and tighten the roof rack on my car (I need an engineer, but since none are likely to be wandering by I will have to rely on Dr. Google for directions). Then I will pack, go to Goodwill, go to storage, and hit the open road - hopefully by 9 am. The promise of missing rush hour traffic on the Beltway is very motivating.

My life is cyclical, and always in transition. Still, this is a big change. I was going through my desk and found a driver's license photo that was taken literally the day before I first came to visit the program I am now enrolled in. I was a week shy of turning 21, and looking at my sweet, hopeful face makes me feel miles away from myself.

That girl moved here with a man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She believed that she was going to do great good things, and speed through the obstacles of a PhD. She bought a house for them to live in, and bounced gleefully about over her prestigous assistantship. She painted walls red and blue and yellow and hung pictures of Einstein and old book covers.

Now, three years later I have taken Einstein down and given my plants away. I am selling the house because I dont need the weight of sole responsibility. I have some friends here and have been learning a lot, but it is not the life I imagined.

Selling the house and moving Elsewhere is a huge transition, but right. I am simplifying and hunkering close to my kindred spirits. And the house will, hopefully, go to people who have the energy and cash to love it better than I have. It's been good for me - I am stronger for having had these last years, but it is time for new challenges and a new focus.

I will likely not be posting for a few days, folks, as I travel. Wish me well.
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Okay, there are 42 students.

One did not take the exam.

Another is literally having a problem with his psychotropic medication, so he turned something in but I am not grading it. That is the professor's job, in this volatile situation.

That means I had 40 to grade.

So far: 31 down, 9 to go.

I am going to run around the house a bit, tidying up so it can be shown and getting paint cans out of the kitchen, then head to school. I can finish grading and prep to meet with Roseanne there.

I am going to be badly prepared for my meeting with Roseanne, but I am pretty okay with that.

On the way home I will go to Lowe's to buy a doorknob for my bedroom closet (it hasn't had a knob in months), grass seed, and electical outlet plates, then come home to pack for Alaska and continue the move out.
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Okay, I took an hour and ran a huge load to the thrift shop and some big awkward pieces to the storage unit. I also went to McD's for my guilty pleasure breakfast - an egg and cheese bagel.

The thrift store ladies are hilarious. They say "Bless your heart!" over and over again when I am there unloading the assorted bits and pieces which I give them.

I also called every local lawn service in the phone book (ie the ones that listed my small town, as opposed to the neighboring small towns).

I am back at home now, contemplating one last bit of touch up painting, packing for AK, grading, changing clothes, and heading to school.

I think I need to leave here in about 40 minutes, so will grade for a bit, then see what else I can get done in that time.

Poor Kiska is going to have to be crated while I am gone, since the house might be shown while I am at school and not everyone "gets" dogs. I certainly am not leaving her outside, since we have already had one "suitor" show up since she is in heat. Kis ran straight at him barking ferociously - very funny. He looked nonplussed and hung around outside the fence until I brought her inside.
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I think I am finally ready to grade. Well, as soon as I hang the heap of wet laundry on my bed and pull all the wine off the top of the kitchen cabinets. It is still up there since I haven't been able to figure out what to do with it - it will go to vinegar in my storage unit, considering the climate. Maybe I will haul it to Baltimore and give it all to my cousin, if space permits.

I am tired, but glad to be done pulling things out and sorting them into give away and keep heaps, spackling, and touch-up painting. There is still a lot of stuff to be dealt with, but at least I know exactly how much since it is all out in the open.

I leave for Baltimore in 32.5 hours.

In that time I need to:
- grade
- prep to meet with R
- hire someone to mow my lawn
- pack to go to Alaska
- haul everything else to storage / Goodwill / the dump
- meet with advisor
- lunch with Julie
- call my cousin
- supervise roommates moving the rest of the crap in the universe out

oh, and hopefully, sleep. I am already tired, and know I will be up for a couple more hours.
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Who do I think I am kidding with my grade / work / grade plan?

I like to pretend I believe in it, but I hit "Post" then wandered off to absolutely trash my kitchen. It took more than 10 minutes, and I cant quit now since everything is higgledy-piggledty.

If only Goodwill was open at 10 pm on a Wednesday.

I am not officially crazy, as *someone* likes to suggest (two entries ago), but I am a little manic tonight. Anybody wanna come over and help me wreck my house?


May. 10th, 2006 08:53 pm
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Grade essays for 30 minutes.

Change the laundry.

Grade essays for 30 minutes.

Change the laundry.
Throw some things from the kitchen away (I find this remarkably gratifying . . .)

Grade essays for 30 minutes.


Grade essays for 30 minutes.

Pull everything out of the kitchen cupboards.

Grade essays for 30 minutes.

Pull everything out of my bedroom closet.

Grade essays for 30 minutes.

Pull everything out of my office closet.

Grade essays for 30 minutes.

Pull everything out of the bathroom.

Grade essays for 30 minutes.

Throw some more stuff away from the refrigerator.

Grade essays for 30 minutes.

At some point: go to bed.

- pack for AK
- prep to meet with R
- Meet with R (1pm)
- Meet with Julie (2pm) - give her essays
- finish packing and hauling stuff

** I am taking things out of closets and cabinets to ensure I know what has to be packed tomorrow.
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That last post was Not Nice. I feel slightly ashamed (but more amused) since Tim responded well to my smiting (the email I sent him started: "I plan to XYZ but have 42 essay exams to grade in the next 24 hours, then . . .).

I am proctoring an exam. I have to sit here and keep an eye on them, but it is easy compared to the rest of my life.

I am proud to report that I got the #$@#%$% extra credit for both classes sorted out and neatly entered.

And my email is down to a mere 25 messages requiring an action or response. A lot of them are from people who are on my friends list, so I should issue a dislaimer: I am not answerring much personal email right now. I will soon. Just keeping up with student emails has been overwhelming - hopefully it will slow down now that the final is over.

I get to leave here in an hour or so to take the multiple choice bubble sheets to be scored, then run to KM's office to add something to my computer. After that, I will pick up Kiska (she was riding along today, since the house is being showed twice and the roommates are moving, which worked fine until the sun came out and I had to take her to Greg's to keep from having a roasted dog), and find my way to dance class.

Afterwards there will be some data analysis and LOTS of grading. I really wish I could come up with a way to grade these essay exams without reading them. My current favorite plan involves drawing lines in my hallway then flinging each packet individually. Those that fly furthest before landing get "A"s, those that make a respectable but not remarkable distance: "B"s, and so on and so forth. What amuses me about this idea is that I would probably still get a pretty good curve.

Best lines from this week so far:
(when I went to the thrift store with my second load of the day) "Why dont you just jack the house up and drag it over here? It would save you time."

(after listening to me talk about my week at the women's writing group) "Do you sleep?"

REMEMBER: FIND SOMEONE TO MOW LAWN (I priced one service today, and it was over $100/month to keep the grass from going jungle. I am hoping to find someone I can pay without having to sell my first born child).
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To Do Before I Leave for Alaska (in FIVE DAYS, aaahh!!!):

The current plan is for me to drive to Baltimore on Friday. My cousin will put me up for the night and deliver me to the airport on Saturday. 


Do meta-analysis.
Write meta-analysis paper. <-- It still needs an introduction and lit review.  This is the part I most hate having to write.  But it will get written tonight, since this beast is due tomorrow.
Give presentation on May 2

Prep thesis data master spreadsheet, with means, SDs, and correlations
Begin analyzing data (if time permits) <-- time will likely not permit
Meet with R and someone about model. <-- Thursday at 1 pm.
New: buy software.


grade 28 research papers (after they are turned in on May 2)
finalize and post the dev. study guide
finish multiple-choice exam
get exams photocopied

give exam on Tuesday <-- 9 am
give exam again on Wednesday <-- I pm
grade exams

figure out clothes for conference
go to Dallas and do the conference thing
get hair cut

take Kis to vet for health certificate <-- Thursday 9 am.
back up computer files <-- this is in my planner for Thursday.  Would it hurt an external hard drive to sit in a hot storage unit all summer?
pack for summer <-- all the suitcases are upstairs. I think I have to unpack from Dallas before I start packing again, which is slowing me down . . .

New and Scary:

Rent storage unit
Move all belongings into storage <-- I have made great progress towards that goal. Essentially all that remains are parts of my office, which will stay til after I meet with Roseanne on Thursday, some clothes I can't take to storage til I pack for Alaska, and some kitchen stuff. I was waiting on the roommates to get gone so I could pack up the kitchen, but they are annoying me, so I may annoy them by packing up all my kitchen stuff (you know, the pots and pans, dishes, and utensils. Oh, and the toaster).
Clean out house for Judy to sell. <-- if only my damn roomates would get their acts together.
Set up mail forwarding <-- this is in my planner for Thursday.
Call to adjust utilities

In motion.

May. 3rd, 2006 09:06 pm
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Okay, I have pulled up the window to post about ten times today, and cant seem to find it in me to type.

It keeps "Restoring saved draft[s]" which have one meager line.

My movers came today. I am totally the person you want organizing your next move. In an hour and a half they:
- loaded everything I wanted to store (went in first) followed by everything going to the thrift store
- dropped off a huge load of thrift store stuff
- unpacked all the storage stuff into my storage unit
- and went on their merry way

Best $150 I have spent in a while.

I came home and swept up the drifts of dust and dog fur, and pushed my roommates' stuff around to make the living room look bigger (all their stuff was really close to the door). I also lugged the kitchen table into my office and set up my computer. The table and my desk chair are literally the only furniture left belonging to me. My roommates have a large squishy armchair, two directors chairs, a shelf unit, and coffee table in the living room, and their bedroom stuff.

I have a (clean) garbage bag of clean laundry on my bedroom floor. I was really flummoxed as to what to do with it since my dresser was already unloaded into my two laundry baskets, and there was not a single clean surface in the house (well, except my desk chair, and it already had a bag of groceries and one load of laundry wedged in to it).

On my way to the dog park I dropped another load of stuff at the storage unit. It is getting pretty empty around here.

The house echoes strangely when I talk.

Anita and I walked and talked, then I did the dog handoff when I passed Greg on the dog park road (I rolled down my window and said, hey, you want a dog? he looked confused, but rolled with it).

Dance class was wonderful. As always.

In our sharing time at the beginning of class I let them know I was moving, and a little of the backstory. They are the only group of adults I know to whom I was easily, without thinking, able to say, "The universe is telling me to move, so I am moving" and know they wouldn't join KM in watching for a psychotic break.

Fantastic Jen and I also talked a little bit about "welcoming disturbances" and how I am not simply moving away from the problems, I am also trying to move towards something better by living with kindred spirits rather than people (like my current roommates) who I can never truly communicate with since we have such different views of the world and what matters.

Before this conversation, she suggested that I contact her Heather who is roommate hunting. I had emailed that Heather and not heard back; apparently her computer is in the shop. So I called and left her a message and she just called me back.

I am going to introduce the dogs and look at the room on Monday night, and I think living there would be peaceful and quiet and wonderful. Just getting to hang out with her and Jen is probably worth the rent money. She is looking for two roommates, which is fine with me, and I think it has great possibilities. Probably no good office space for me, but maybe we could find a spot for a small desk, or I could just get used to working at the kitchen table.

I had been feeling disappointed that the other girl's whose place I looked at were not returning my emails. Now I feel like, okay, maybe that wasn't meant to be so that this could happen. I am not really a signs kind of person, but this is all feeling pretty right.

I am tired. And I have a lot of school left to do and a few more hours of moving, but it is going to be okay. I am not really even stressing about it, just plodding though. For me - fretter-extrordinaire, homebody, and control freak - this is a Class B miracle.

I have to be at the airport in R (half an hour away) in literally eight hours, so I need to focus on collecting the information I need to work on my paper while in transit, printing rubrics to grade the 28 papers I am hauling along, and packing. It's going to be a weird trip, but hopefully a good one. I will get into my weirdness about this conference later, but in the meantime, duty calls. Time to go dump my garbage bag of clothes onto my air mattress and pack.

Bonus line for today: Talking to my mother, rather than saying, "I am moving" I said, "I am in motion." It was probably a symptom of my sleep deprivation, but it also captures this all so perfectly. I am in motion.
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Today I called and made arrancements to have the water and refuse pick up discontinued, phone and internet turned off, and electricity moved from budget to pay-as-you-go.

I rented a storage unit and hauled three loads of stuff into it.

I looked at two potential places to live, and want to sign a lease for one of them. Hopefully that will happen tomorrow - I emailed the girl with a couple questions and hope she feelsl ike I would fit into the house. More details will follow, when I feel less like talking about it might jinx it.

I hired movers to come on Wednesday, thus reducing my stress about the furniture.

I left messages for some cleaning people, with the idea that maybe I will have someone come in and shine the place up after I leave. That way I wouldn't have to worry about leaving it clean (since time is so short, this would be helpful) and it might appeal more to buyers.

I packed my car with stuff to drop off tomorrow, and tidied the chaos in the living room, my office, and my bedroom, with the idea that Judy may want to show the place soon. That would be akward with us in residence, but the sooner it sells the better (i.e. the fewer mortage payments I have to make and the sooner I am free from the albatross part).

I am still overwhelmed, and realize that these two weeks are going to be a sprint to the finish line between the paper I am writing, the grading to do, the getting moved out, and the trip to Dallas (the main challenge associated with the business trip is coming up with four days of business attire. Usually I stress about it, but this year it isnt even registering).

My presentation is tomorrow, and I feel ready. I need to read it outloud a few times, to time myself and create note cards with extra (non-displayed) information for each slide, then I can shift to working on the paper. Damn paper.
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Okay. I rented a 10 x 15 ft storage unit. It was an easy choice to go to the bigger size, since it only cost $10 more over the course of the summer.

I dropped off one load of stuff when I signed the contract, and have since wedged several more boxes and one wicker chair into my car. It still seems very weird, but now more doable.

I arranged to have electricity taken off the budget balance and the phone disconnected. I checked on renter's insurance for my belongings in storage (I will have to do that once the house sells), and learned that I need to go downtown to arrange for the water / refuse service to be shut off in person. I even called to see what it would cost to have someone come in and clean the place once after I leave.

Now I just need to find my cellphone (I had it this morning, I swear . . .) and get! to! work! on school.
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I am taking the whole "not sleeping" thing as a sign that I am a wee bit stressed about moving. I spent some time thinking about it, and decided the most anxiety producing part is the furniture, since I have no way to move it alone and no friends with big vehicles and lots of spare time to rely on. So, I pulled out the yellow pages and (taking the brilliant AND beautiful Heather's advice) called movers.

On Wednesday afternoon I am getting two guy and one truck for two hours, for $150. If I need them longer, I keep them longer, at $75/hr. Hopefully I wont need them beyond that two hours, but it is worth it to get all the big stuff I cant handle alone taken care of before I leave for Dallas, so I can focus on grading, finishing my paper, and packing the small stuff when I get back.

What am I going to have them move?
- kitchen table
- two tables from office
- three tall bookcases
- two short bookcases
- two large filing cabinets
- one small filing cabinet
- bed
- dresser
- bedside table

Space / time permitting I will also get them to move:
- the patio set (table & two chairs)
- two wicker chairs
- office chair
- any packed boxes I have lying around
- the big totes from the basement

It feels good to know those things will be taken care of, even if it means I will be sleeping on an air mattress and sitting on the floor a lot when I get back from Dallas. Also, I have to have the bookshelves / cabinets / and dresser drawers empty by then. Oh well, it's good to be busy.

In the meantime, I am off to rent my storage unit . . .


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