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Mar. 2nd, 2011 12:07 amCan I come home yet? lol.
I kid. But I've been in the city for a day and I'm ragged. Mostly because the major house cleanout is in full swing and even though I helped Nuke with it this morning and most of the afternoon, it felt very much like a drop in the bucket. There is just so. Much. Stuff. It's everywhere, tucked into all the closets, back corners and drawers of all the furniture. Clearing out 40+ years of two people's packrattitude nigh unto severe hoarding problems is not an easy thing, y'all.
It's funny how dredging through all this stuff also dredges up associated memories and emotions as well... in a lot of ways, we are only just now getting to the cleanout that probably should have happened right after Mom died six years ago, so in a way, going through all these bins and drawers and closets with the realization that the last person that touched any of this stuff was probably Mom herself was... rough. It's like there's a pocket of mourning that was neglected and after all this time, here it is. At the same time, a lot of stuff was found that made me smile - a random hat I wore all the time when I was 12, boxes upon boxes of dollhouse furniture, a genuine American Girl outfit I wore like twice (back when AG did actual outfits for girls from the historical lines), Roy Jr's baby bib with the airplane on it, a couple crates of LEGOs, several photo albums of the siblings when they were wee and adorable, and in one instance a porcelain figure of a girl on a carousel horse Mom gave me a long ass time ago, carefully packed away in a padded envelope and marked "For Andee" in Mom's extremely loopy handwriting.
All of this also kicked up a cubic fuckton of dust and I've been a walking cough and sneeze since about 12 o'clock.
Dad's cat is, for lack of a better word, obese. I mean, Moonbeam's always been a chubby cat but two months of free feeding hir Meow Mix has rendered this poor cat positively rotund. Gonna see what I can do regarding getting hir some kind of diet indoor kitty food instead that doesn't have as much corn filler, cause wow, fuzzy pillow with legs is bad. Course all cats look so much bigger/fatter now compared to Lily, who is like, dwarfkitty in comparison. Also kind of annoyed that the only place to find Nature's Miracle in NY is at the Petco in Union Square, but there you go.
Oh SPEAKING OF HARD TO FIND THINGS. I was apparently unaware that there was a shortage of o.b. tampons happening until now. I finally ran out my little cotton vag bullets this cycle and I swear I walked into four or five drugstores between 72nd and York and 68th and Lex, and these things were nowhere to be found. I came home with a very O_o opinion of the period habits of the Upper East Side woman until someone let me know that o.b.s have been rare commodities since at least November (which was about when I bought some last). Grr. It always has to be my damn brand that gets interrupted/discontinued. Though I am amused that a tampon black market has sprung up in o.b.'s hopefully temporary absence. Crazy ass world we live in.
I spent the rest of the evening visiting with Dad, who was tranferred back to Mary Manning Walsh a couple weeks ago. He's doing far better than the last few times I've seen him - he's apparently up and running around the building unassisted these days and there are barely detectable pauses in his speech now. He is VERY MUCH rearing to go home. I can't say I blame him.
Wow. I tell ya, though, I am NOT used to New York anymore. After a day of running around and walking everywhere and running up and down subway stairs, I am positively nonfunctional from the thighs down - in fact I'm about to go hunt down some ibuprofen so I can sleep. Ow. The sore. It burns.
And to think, two and a half more days of this. *whine*
I kid. But I've been in the city for a day and I'm ragged. Mostly because the major house cleanout is in full swing and even though I helped Nuke with it this morning and most of the afternoon, it felt very much like a drop in the bucket. There is just so. Much. Stuff. It's everywhere, tucked into all the closets, back corners and drawers of all the furniture. Clearing out 40+ years of two people's packrattitude nigh unto severe hoarding problems is not an easy thing, y'all.
It's funny how dredging through all this stuff also dredges up associated memories and emotions as well... in a lot of ways, we are only just now getting to the cleanout that probably should have happened right after Mom died six years ago, so in a way, going through all these bins and drawers and closets with the realization that the last person that touched any of this stuff was probably Mom herself was... rough. It's like there's a pocket of mourning that was neglected and after all this time, here it is. At the same time, a lot of stuff was found that made me smile - a random hat I wore all the time when I was 12, boxes upon boxes of dollhouse furniture, a genuine American Girl outfit I wore like twice (back when AG did actual outfits for girls from the historical lines), Roy Jr's baby bib with the airplane on it, a couple crates of LEGOs, several photo albums of the siblings when they were wee and adorable, and in one instance a porcelain figure of a girl on a carousel horse Mom gave me a long ass time ago, carefully packed away in a padded envelope and marked "For Andee" in Mom's extremely loopy handwriting.
All of this also kicked up a cubic fuckton of dust and I've been a walking cough and sneeze since about 12 o'clock.
Dad's cat is, for lack of a better word, obese. I mean, Moonbeam's always been a chubby cat but two months of free feeding hir Meow Mix has rendered this poor cat positively rotund. Gonna see what I can do regarding getting hir some kind of diet indoor kitty food instead that doesn't have as much corn filler, cause wow, fuzzy pillow with legs is bad. Course all cats look so much bigger/fatter now compared to Lily, who is like, dwarfkitty in comparison. Also kind of annoyed that the only place to find Nature's Miracle in NY is at the Petco in Union Square, but there you go.
Oh SPEAKING OF HARD TO FIND THINGS. I was apparently unaware that there was a shortage of o.b. tampons happening until now. I finally ran out my little cotton vag bullets this cycle and I swear I walked into four or five drugstores between 72nd and York and 68th and Lex, and these things were nowhere to be found. I came home with a very O_o opinion of the period habits of the Upper East Side woman until someone let me know that o.b.s have been rare commodities since at least November (which was about when I bought some last). Grr. It always has to be my damn brand that gets interrupted/discontinued. Though I am amused that a tampon black market has sprung up in o.b.'s hopefully temporary absence. Crazy ass world we live in.
I spent the rest of the evening visiting with Dad, who was tranferred back to Mary Manning Walsh a couple weeks ago. He's doing far better than the last few times I've seen him - he's apparently up and running around the building unassisted these days and there are barely detectable pauses in his speech now. He is VERY MUCH rearing to go home. I can't say I blame him.
Wow. I tell ya, though, I am NOT used to New York anymore. After a day of running around and walking everywhere and running up and down subway stairs, I am positively nonfunctional from the thighs down - in fact I'm about to go hunt down some ibuprofen so I can sleep. Ow. The sore. It burns.
And to think, two and a half more days of this. *whine*
