This Blog has no Title

Everyone seems to be traveling these days.  One friend just returned from 3 weeks gone, another is moving away today, another considering an extended vacation, and I'm leaving soon for a vacation of my own with a possible long weekend later in September.

It's nice to shake things up once in a while, and I'll be glad for the chance to see my fam and get some rest, but it still feels like too much change for poor little me.  I'm not a fan of the change...Or any change, really.  An excellent week is one where I go to bed and wake up at the same time every day, make the same bus or train every morning and afternoon, eat the same number of meal in roughly the same quantity every day...I'm sure you see where I'm going with this.  No matter how excited I am for a new thing to begin, it still means a change, which unnerves me.  It's something I try to work on a lot, without a great deal of success.

I did get a great souvenir/gift from mymagritteafter her long trip; one of those 'choose your own adventure' books that I used to like so much when I was a kid.  I read it last night on the Metro while I traveled home from the going away party for Naomi.  So silly, so PG, such fun.  None of the stories made a whole lot of sense, but so what.

I've finished one of my large pile of books, and begun a second.  Sadly, two of the 4 pairs of shoes had to go back.  I also ordered some clothes last week, which were supposed to be cruisewear for my trip, in wrinkle-resistant travel-friendly fabrics.  Not only did all 3 garments come out of their packages wrinkled, but none of them worked out, and all 3 went back.  No more internet purchases for the cruise; anything else I get will be in person, if I get anything else.

Tonight, I'm heading off to an 80's mania dance party with some friends, then I'll be spending the rest of the weekend laying low.  I have serious laundry to do, to make sure the rest of the potentially itch-contaminated fabrics are clean, and I have things to pack.  Hopefully I can get my ipod working again, and get over my writer's block as well.

Possibly, more later.

Friday's dinner party involved more wine than was entirely healthy, and conversations on such topics as Israeli military service, home schooling vs. non-schooling, fanfic, polyamory, and jewelry making.  So, a typically weird evening with my friends.  I left after midnight, and strange conversations continued on the ride home.  It was during a rant about the canon of Joss Whedon's vampires that I attempted to say that 'X' idea was more pop-psychology than anything scientific, and what came out of my mouth was 'pipe-psychology'.  Which derailed the conversation utterly, in our laughing attemps to define the new term.

Shopped until I dropped pretty darn literally on Saturday, then took a nap, then was out until almost 3 dancing.  I managed to pick up a 150' hose, a broom, and various and sundry small items we were in need of.  And, all without a car.  Yes, I carried the hose on the Metro.  Still, oddly, not the strangest thing I've ever transported via subway.  That would be a dolly full of wood, which was then used to construct a prairie-style dining table to seat 12.  Luckily for everyone involved, I wasn't the one making the table.

Today I did not mow the lawn.  I didn't do laundry, either.  Doing the dishes was about as productive as I was willing to be.

So now, to sleep.  Hope everyone else had a fabulous weekend, and more to share tomorrow, I'm sure.