Household, precognition.

My allergies are doing Bad Things again. Nephew's still feeling lousy, but at least the lousiness is exiting his system at the appropriate end of his digestive system.

Interestingly, I underheard Votania say, "Houston, we have a problem", while we were shopping, and I told her then that I thought I'd heard that... we evaded the places on the road that the overloaded shopping cart would have had a problem with, causing less of a problem than there might have been. That, evidently, had not been the problem that I'd foreheard.

It's all about listening, really, it is. She heard that the problem was a current one, happening now or about to happen... and right in the middle of putting the groceries away, Nephew started having a problem... a change of pants was in order, and then he was watched... he didn't want dinner, and wound up in bed... and then the fireworks started.

( Talking about gross stuff in general, and why I'm no longer bothered )

Shamash was very good and stayed mostly out of the way. Marx was around to help me find the disinfectant and a bucket of water, which was very helpful. The last time we had puking on this scale, Dude was here to help. It really helps to have three wide-awake adults to deal with a sick kid.

pixy stix and dirty dishes

Getting some cleaning-up done. Put away the bulk of my laundry; have yet to do the large bag of laundry that needs to be done. It has some of Nephew's stuff in it too, because it's next in the Stuff That Really Really Needs To Get Washed queue.

When Votania was digging in the cupboard for stuff that would be easy on Nephew's poor stomach, she found an old plastic box full of all sorts of interesting things, like Pixy Stix, skittles, gum... I'm putting them away in other, less space-intensive, ways. The spice drops are disappearing.

I have lost nine pounds since mid-July. I don't fit my size 20 jeans yet, though.

Pixy stix are evil and dangerous, I have decided. They have far too much sugar.

Cast of Characters

Old Crew:


marxdarx: An old friend (1987) of Votania's who recently returned from the "people we used to know back when..." limbo and has started hanging out on the weekends, whenever he can make it here from BFE.

HSBF, Shawn: High School Best Friend, an interesting fellow with a knack for pyrotechnics. We've lost touch over the past couple years. He's got a daughter now, and a wife.

DC: an old friend from high school days back at home in Fairbanks. Very much like Sis. Her daughter was born in late June 2002. Used to date Shawn.

Rocki (the Red): A really cool mellow stoner-guy, Shawn's male best friend in those high school years. Obsessed with the color red.

( ... )

The Elder Roommate: The oldest of my roommates in the Bachelor Apartment (from hell). Christian, conservative, with deep knowledge of how to properly get drunk. Decided to start a business with BJ and go to DeVry. Smoked big smelly cigars.

DancesWithUnderwear: One of the younger roommates in the Bachelor Apartment (from hell). Cool guy. Nice.

The Bachelor Apartment (from hell): The place in Phoenix where I lived from November 2000 to March(?) 2001, with BJ, the Elder Roommate, DancesWithUnderwear, and this other DeVry kid.

pyrogenic. '95.2.CLN. Excellent writer.

Savil: An excellently cool lesbian witch, who I've known since the 7th or 8th grade.


Previous version here.

Progress report

Everything fits in the refrigerator. Most of my laundry is put away. I need to light candles and put disks where they belong. Where is my Madonna? I need to locate a CD with "Roll to me" on it. It's one of my old necessary songs.

Yesterday I restocked my top closet shelf some. I got sparkling apple juice for holiday purposes. I really prefer to stay sober for ritual; a sip or two of wine is sufficient for me. I really am a lightweight.

I'm thinking that the desk that's sitting out in the recycle area, the really beat-up-ass old one with most of its drawers missing, is perfect for a project-table.

Why?

Why do I put off laundry so long? What is it about walking to the laundry room, stuffing the clothes in machines, adding the detergent, transferring the sodden things over to the dryers, bringing it all back, and putting it away that is so repugnant to me? I just don't get it. Do I never have time?

At any rate, I dragged the huge bag of laundry to the room, and got it all started up.

I suppose part of it could date to when I was doing BJ's laundry as well as my own. He would never do laundry; I always was responsible. I tended to leave it for as long as possible until I was wearing the last things I had to wear...

Adam usually helped me do laundry. It wasn't that I really needed much help, but he'd carry one of the baskets, help me shift stuff from washer to dryer, would put away his own clothes. Marx helped when asked, as well, and would occasionally do laundry by himself.

It's time I got over the laundrophobia.

Oh, and my floppy drive works. The corner's dented, so it may not fit in the computer ever again, but it's operating correctly.

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Laundry, Tic Tac Toe, ecology

Finished chapter 4 for Ecology, and e-mailed in the homework. Delightful fun; starting on the next chapter now, because I know that if I don't, I'll be in deep shit, and never get it done. Brought the laundry back. Putting it away soon now. Any time.

marxdarx is teaching Nephew how to play tic-tac-toe. There are some grouchings going on, but it seems to be going well other than that. Nephew is catching on fast.

Yay! Laundry!

I have all my laundry put away, and some of it put away that hadn't been put away properly in what feels like months. Next, it'll be time to <looks around> organize the other desk and put random floor things away so that vacuuming may happen. The dishes are already done and put away.

Living room vacuuming sounds like a good plan, plus the sponging down of random surfaces with cleaners appropriate to them. Dare I get ambitious and mop the kitchen floor? Cleaning out the refrigerator also sounds like an excellent idea. There is a small remnant of a jar of pickles of a variety that no one here eats; I think it would be wise to ask the Human Garbage Disposal (aka digitalambience if it would be a welcome addition to his refrigerator.

Homework, room cleaning

Finished with chapter 4; starting chapter 6. There is space cleared for me to drag in the desk, which is beat all to hell and quite dirty, but just the thing for doing messy projects on. I was raised with a plethora of surfaces to store things on and work on; the lack of tables around here is driving me insane, and I'm doing my best to change the situation.

Nephew sounds to be feeling better. Marx is playing with him; I'm getting my stuff done, finally.

Reorganization

My room's looking better. Stuff is stowed in the closet, including the spare monitor that's to be for Nephew's computer as soon as digitalambience gets it in working order. The chair is in the corner, and the closet closes all the way now. There are still things to clean up, of course.

I'm getting hungry. Nephew's not particularly thrilled with the rice and beans that Dr. Mommy indicated as being easiest on his recovering stomach. He's been feeling quite a bit better today, with the occasional spints to the bathroom, but no barfing. This is a good thing, overall.

I have all the questions for chapter six typed in, and the first definition done. I would get through these chapters so much faster if I didn't have to type out the definiton for each and every bloody boldfaced term in the chapter. I'm still keeping up with the class, which makes me happy. I want to get a 4.0 this semester, which should not be too particularly difficult if I just apply myself. None of my classes seem particularly difficult, except for the fact that my wrists are getting angry with me again.

I need to finish cleaning my room, then take a shower, work out, and take another shower. Somewhere in there, dinner should be worked in.

Vacation?

Making plans with Guide Dog Aunt about what to do over winter break/Dawn's wedding. She's invited me, and I really want to go. Hmm, if there's a road trip going on, maybe ralmathon would like to come along to go to the wedding too, as he's been invited.

*sigh*

Relaxing afternoon. I can get started on the next set of science homework, I think, so that I'll be way, way ahead.

You can see the floor in my bathroom now. This is a good thing. I have the furry stool moved out into the bedroom, and the Lego thing moved into Nephew's room, which I think he'll be appreciating. He was a little young, creativity-wise, for them earlier; I hung onto them until I thought he'd like them better, and he's been running all over with things built out of them.

He's asleep now, fortunately. He likes the way my room looks and feels when clean.

Success!

I have had my shower, and my room is clean. There is much visible floor. I can't start revising my English paper quite yet; I can't work on the portion of the science homework that needs Visio, or on the Database homework. I could stand to give my speech about Shawn a run-through, to check the time.

I suppose I could make my bed. I suppose I could vacuum the floor in here, or the living room floor, or clean out the refrigerator. I could sweep and mop my bathroom floor. I could put away Votania's laundry for her. I could wake the sleeping five year old and feed him.

With all these things remaining, one would think I shouldn't be feeling so peaceful.