Alas, i have been remiss in the postage

I've been reading. Fiction!

It's beautiful and overwritten fiction, but it gets in my head and i sit down to read and 4 hrs and 400 pages have gone by when I look up.

The family got a car last night, one of The Otherh's favourites, a Saab for all the travel on which he's about to embark, as he has taken a position 100mi away. At least he loves driving. But I'll be lonely, and yesterday it sunk in that I'm going to be alone in the house for a good deal of the next two weeks, til the Kidlet gets out of school and I fill my days with museums and libraries.

The DJ and I have lunch plans, and the PE and I have dinner plans, leaving all the boys home tonight.

Except I have a flat, which needs repair. Otherwise I wouldn't traverse into Manor today. Oh and the moth needs her security deposit. I won't go into that much but it seems the Brother is stalling in helping her out with rent.

Because of the nature of the Otherh's new job, we won't be able to pay out to the Moth much/month. The pay isn't as high as we're accustomed to, and we have the Fam to think on, now. And the pmt for another car, as well as upkeep on all other financy things. Maybe the pressure won't be so much at this gig, and the Otherh will be able to wind up and down with the drive. Maybe a hundred things. Maybe I'll start working out Monday.

Maybe a hundred things.

It's all up in my head, this book I'm reading. A trap I'll fall into is trying to write like that author, instead of like myself. I've had a wiggle of an idea since Nanowrimo last nov., but it hasn't panned out and it doesn't have fifty threads quite yet. It's just snapshots, and dim ones at best.

I'm glad the Otherh is getting places with the hunt. I'm thankful for the support DJ & PE have given us, I'm glad for kid-isms like, "I don't mind if you take me out to breakfast." and "Why is there a sun." (What?!)

On the hunt

the Otherh just survived another interview (phone), which is good and bad. Bad because it's not a job he wants or really feels he can do, good because every one down is closer to the gig that's just right. Contracting is a shitty way to make a living, but it's what we have right now. He's fielding a lot of requests for his resume in word, because they can't copy his resume off the website to which he posts (silly silly recruiters.) Actually, requests for resumes, or invitations to apply, are very good things. Some of them are jobs he's already had, some of them are jobs to which he's already been submitted (a bad thing to be submitted twice, you just get tossed into the circular file, generally.)

Today I'd like to do something about moving in, but I don't have the gas, energy and werewithal to really devote myself to that. So I'm planning a tomorrow of this sort. I will, tomorrow, go and pack some china, fill my car with more clothes, do our laundry and build shelves. oh and bring hangers. Also, will drive the moth up to get her new car, which is in Georgetown. Today might be for writing, or playing with the Otherh, as I cleaned the kitchen last night and don't know where the bin for clothes is, rightly.

It is comforting that the DJ and the PE are very confident in our abilities to make a difference here. They are beautiful, and I appreciate them both very much.

Which isn't to say I don't appreciate the Otherh. For him my heart is full, and other places too.

We should eat breakfast, as the coffee has gone cold.

Moving In

Polyfamily, day 2

Well, we've moved into the House of Love, having spent 10 straight days over here. And just in time, as the Otherh has lost his gig. There is a lot of support around us, though, The DJ and the PE aren't worried about money, etc. We need more coffee, alas, for as we live here now, we drink more. DJ drinks decaffe, bless his heart, and PE doesn't drink coffee.

I don't know how to move our stuff over here en masse. We're not bringing most of it, but the computers and tables are first on my list. i figure we could do the tables on top of a car, tied all kinds of ways down, but we need rope. Ah well, rope is cheaper than a uhaul.

I need to pack up the china that I've inherited, which will be an all-day project. However, the moth kept all of our moving boxes from our move up from San Antonio, so boxes won't be a problem. In fact, she's barely unpacked her own boxes from that move, so getting a truck for her will be easy and simple to load. The moth is moving into a cute apartment house not far from the House of Love.

I think we'll get a few new shelves and house cds and books on those. In any event, the book shelves we do have fit nicely in a car.

The Otherh contracts, so losing gigs is par for the course, really. It just generally sucks, though. I figure it'll be two weeks or less til there's something new.