Don’t you love sequels?
Hanging out with Anya for the last time until she comes to visit me in the Midwest—sad! But we had the most delicious Tibetan dinner (Momos are the perfect food, aren’t they?) and enjoyed our usual delightful life-discussion over the coffee-stylins of the Diesel dames until it was time to part. Talking to Anya is like a cool drink of water on a hot day. I hope we become regular email correspondents after I leave.
Waking up at 3:35am to fly to D.C. for Matt and Rachel’s Not-Wedding-Weekend—kind of dumb! We survived the day pretty well, but at about 10:30pm that night, surrounded by lots of Nicaraguan rum and a posse of the happy couple’s bright, interesting friends, Ross and I both descended into a state that can only be described as pre-vegetative. It would have been horribly embarrassing to have been that utterly incapable of participating in the conversation, if we had not been so very, very tired. I think I may have actually entered REM sleep with my eyes open. Which, by the way? Probably not the best first impression.
Walking for an hour in 100-degree heat being regaled by our unflaggable hosts with amusing anecdotes about D.C.’s architectural history, canoing across the Potomac in order to pay homage to the silliest statue of Teddy Roosevelt ever, consuming vast quantities of Ethiopian food and pound cake at picnic tables, and enjoying homemade hummus at breakfast the next day while listening to obscure Beatles rarities. My sister and brother-in-law really have this Not-Wedding-Weekend thing down to a science.
Applying for individual health insurance, which may well be the single biggest pain in the ass thing about being self-employed. You have to divulge every tiny little thing you have ever seen a medical professional for in, oh, the past eleventy-three years or so, and then the insurance companies use this information in order to figure out exactly what they ought to deny you coverage for as soon as you start paying them. Good deal, huh? I know I think so!
Thinking I had the whole moving process under control and then receiving a call from Boomerang’s today to say that their truck had broken down and they couldn’t come and pick up my two large pieces of furniture, which we aren’t planning on taking and don’t have room for. That was fun! I managed to Freecycle my wooden trunk, but I still haven’t figured out what we’re going to do about my baby elephant-sized chair. Let us gloss over my mood this afternoon, because my self-pity and anxiety have now been thoroughly replaced by sadness over…
…saying goodbye to Grandma Evelyn. We got to her house to have dinner tonight and the first thing she did was grab me and hug me (she’d heard about the furniture saga) and tell me I would work it out and that if this was the worst thing that happened with the move, that was ok. Which is, of course, absolutely true and made me feel better instantly, except that I started to miss her then and there. By the way, she was so good about not crying tonight—I was very proud! Ross and I were red-eyed messes in the car on the way home. We love Grandma. He’s already put a recurring reminder about calling her in his Gmail calendar.
Missing you some more.
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August 28th, 2007 at 8:03 am
Missing you a lot!