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October 26, 2007
stir crazy
On Wednesday I felt pretty good about the packing. That feeling stayed with me until this morning when I got up and realized how much there was left to do and then I ran out of boxes. ARRRRRGH.
It's better now. I was a whirlwhind of hot packing action, and now I'm celebrating with a drinkie. Of course, I packed every single piece of silverware earlier today, so the only thing to stir my drink with is the knitting needle in my hair. I always said rubber bands are for chumps.
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October 24, 2007
WARNING: CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE
Every time I move house, I am reminded of these immortal words by the late great Betty MacDonald:
"Living room draperies" I wrote on a neat newspaper bundle. "Candles, vases, bric-a-brac" I marked on a carton. Then somehow I began running out of enough of the same thing to fill a box - also out of boxes and newspapers - also out of strength. By the end of the day I was rolling a jar of mayonnaise, a heel of salami and a half-filled bottle of Guerlain's Blue Hour perfume in my tweed skirt and not even stamping the bundle "Perishable".
That's me. I haven't the strength for eloquence, so may I offer photographic evidence of my increasing desperation:
And finally, fueled by the gentle croonings of Quiet Riot and a desire not to have to pack a 1.75 liter bottle of vodka containing about an inch of liquid:
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October 22, 2007
Reading is Clearly Not Fundamental
This pales in comparison to Margaret's collection, but I have 52 boxes of books in my house. There will probably be about four more boxes. Plus, Nathan has more in storage.
some interesting tidbits:
The cookbooks outnumber the fiction.
I'm surprised there were only two boxes of knitting books. I'm eternally grateful to Stephanie, because her books are all trade paperbacks and they came in very handy to fill in weird spaces created by big flat hardbacks. (And they're all good to read and stuff.)
I have five boxes of unread books. OH, THE SHAME.
There is a whole box (or will be) of books about making cocktails.
We own four copies of "Our Mutual Friend".
Posted by Kate at 5:33 PM | Comments (5)October 15, 2007
in which I decline to go to Folsom
The last weekend of Casa was a blast. It was a very good run of Faire overall. I met some cool new people, and a few acquaintances developed into real friendships. There was one person who went from mildly annoying to creepy and intolerable. I'm sad to say that Faire is no fun when that person's there, and that's part of why I'm not going to Folsom this weekend.
Mostly, though, I just need to stay home and pack. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. But, hey, look where we're moving.
(Insert cute picture of house here)
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October 11, 2007
in which we do not go to Disneyland
So, remember that weekend off between Folsom (from which I am opting out) and Dickens? The one where we were going to Disneyland? Well, yeah, that's not happening. Instead, we're moving to (please sit down) Vallejo. I am not making this up.
I'm sort of traumatized and heartbroken to be leaving our little urban love nest, but 1600 square feet of real live house is awfully hard to pass up. Can't talk. Must pack. And finish #($*@& Harry Potter scarf for Ethan.
Posted by Kate at 10:40 PM | Comments (3)October 2, 2007
over the hump
Four weekends down, two to go. This last one was quite nice. Martin scheduled us for an after-hours ale stand gig on Saturday, which I was *not* keen to do when I heard about it (largely because all I had to wear was my Faire costume and a pair of pajamas), but once I got my ass back on site, I had a blast. It was a sweet, intimate little gig with no riffraff, and the smaller, better audience loved the set.
It sure makes the minor (and major) annoyances worthwhile when you get an appreciative audience. There's this one wonderful older woman, who's a Faire staple, who comes to all the Minstrels' shows and is probably our biggest fan. TWICE now when singing a particular song in the street, she's been watching and has been moved to tears. Boy, it's hard to sing when you're choked up with gratitude.
One of my jobs at this Faire is to work in the actors' inn, dispensing cold drinks to thirsty thespians. I wasn't expecting to love this job, but it's a surprisingly pleasant and relaxing hour or half hour every day. A very talented photographer took this picture of me last Sunday, and I think it sums it all up.
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