Moving time!

I am prepping to move into my new-to-me condo on  Thursday of this week. I'm a touch busy.

The carpet was laid in the bedrooms last Monday. I got the thickest pad I could, so the footing there feels lovely and squishy.

This is but a nightmare of a memory now

The electrician came last Wednesday to install many light fixtures and remove a) that aesthetic horror of a fan in my bedroom (see above) and b) lots of my money.

See how nice my kitchen looks now? I added pendants and under cabinet lighting, plus I replaced DREADFUL track lighting with something more discrete.

At home, I'm packing things and deciding what I can truly live without until after the move, like hair curlers and spices. And drinking glasses. Also what is all this shit in my freezer? Who knows?

So I'm trying NOT to buy anything that I absolutely can't live without, mostly food. Cat food is an essential item - the cats do not like to wait. Lucy meows at me piteously in the morning like she is STARVING and then I go down and find her bowl is half full and I'm without real sympathy. Bitch that I am.

Lucy - I do not feel sorry for her

There really are some weird things in my refrigerator/freezer. Why did I buy that prosciutto and cheese log? And all these eggs? Why do I have 4 different kinds of mustard? And frozen fried cheese ravioli - why? Goat cheese with cranberries on it?

There seems to be a cheese theme here.

I also have lots of frozen veggies with cheese sauce. Cheese and broccoli - yum. But I also have like 4 individual 1 lb. packages of frozen ground beef, uncooked. What the hell? And packages of Hot Pockets. I've never eaten Hot Pockets in my life. These must be Moe's - they need to go to his house.

I think hoarding all this stuff goes back to the days of having All The Stooges in the house, as They Ate Everything. So I had to Be Prepared. Even now they show up at my house and stand in front of the open refrigerator, noshing on whatever is there.

St Paul's Cathedral from One Change Place

Oh, I forgot to show pictures from my recent visit across the pond! I was in London on business, and made a side trip to visit an Old Git!

Recognize anyone? Recognize the decoration on her blouse? (This is in her own garden.)

Jane was kind enough to take me to Anne Hathaway's cottage, which is SO beautiful. No, not the actress - Shakespeare's wife.

The cottage is quite lovely, especially the gardens. Really grand to be there. I got in a nice visit with Nick as well, and Tilly allowed me to pet her. I felt honored.

But now I must get back to The Horror of Packing. And someday, perhaps even this month, I will tat again....
 

Weekend miscellany

Curly got called by a band he knows to sub in as their singer in a local battle of the bands Saturday night.  This band tours a good deal, and the guys are older than he is.  Curly happens to write lyrics - and he's really quite good.  And he sings.  He wrote a number of songs for this band.  I was a little iffy about him going, but the location for this is run by good folks, and they make the kids behave.  (No drinking, no drugs, no fighting, no bad language, and they have Bible study there in the afternoon.)  DH thought it was ok.

So Curly went.  He wasn't feeling too hot, very hoarse, and he hadn't practiced with the band.  He couldn't hit those high notes, so he had to drop some by an octave.  They sang five or six songs.  There were 20 bands - and the band he sang with came in 2nd!  He was the youngest singer there. Per Curly, the winning group had a phenomenally good singer, a guy who's been signed for some time to a record contract.  Curly didn't mind losing to this guy a bit, and told the winner how good he was.  And Curly was stoked about how well he did.

I've read some of Curly's lyrics.  I have to tell you - he's really good.  I mean, really good.  I think he could make a living writing lyrics.  Here's something he dashed off this morning:

He can't hold his own
Who would've known
He's got no place to go
No place to call home
The more the Light shines though me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend that I'm burning bright

See what I mean?

In other news...

Our local grocery is remodeling and I'm diggin' what they've done with the floors.

This is a stain on concrete.  (In the pet food aisle, yo.)  It ends up being a variegated chocolate, with a shine.  I'm thinking this is what we need to do in our basement, which is still unfinished. But I'm just thinking.

Watching the Oscars - Robin Williams needs to wear something other than just black.  His stylist should be fired.  So should Molly Ringwald's stylist.  Man, that was an ugly puple mess! But I loved Penelope Cruz's dress.

The Kitty baby blankie is coming along nicely.  Just not quickly.

Wish I could live my life and be so happy and free like my Cisco boy.  He's so relaxed and carefree.  What a life!