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I like laptops, but I don't like my mother's. It has only the little tab thingie to physically navigate with. Plus I always take a good amount of time to get used to a new keyboard, which means typos abound.
So yesterday I went home, which would be where I am now. My mother arrived before noon, we put my computer, chair, three-headed lamp, and refrigerator in the trunk room, ate lunch, and then dragged heavy things down to her van. This took about an hour, all told, and left me with screamingly sore muscles in my shoulders and arms today.
I used to have muscles. Yes I did. No more.
My things are just not going to fit anywhere, and that's all there is to it. I'm going through the boxes and removing the essentials, and the rest will have to be stored in the garage, or something. This house is damn small. Which is well and good for my mother only, but a little cramped with two people.
I had to drop off papers before I left Smith. First the medieval prostitutes, then to the chapel to see Elizabeth Carr. She really does have a lovely yellow office. I introduced her to my mother and tried not to cry as we walked back to the van to leave Smith behind.
I can be emotional about such things, every so often. It does happen. For the record, though, I did not cry. (No, I saved the crying for ER. Bah.)
Today I have done blessedly little. Our television is large and our channels many. Regardless, nothing was on. But I stayed in bed almost an hour after I woke, because I could, and because the wind outside was cacooning.
I need to go to my father's sometime soon, to retrieve my car and steal his laptop, but tomorrow he is "unavailable" and Sunday is Mother's Day. Perhaps I'll convince my mother to go to the movies in Oswego. I miss that theatre.
So yesterday I went home, which would be where I am now. My mother arrived before noon, we put my computer, chair, three-headed lamp, and refrigerator in the trunk room, ate lunch, and then dragged heavy things down to her van. This took about an hour, all told, and left me with screamingly sore muscles in my shoulders and arms today.
I used to have muscles. Yes I did. No more.
My things are just not going to fit anywhere, and that's all there is to it. I'm going through the boxes and removing the essentials, and the rest will have to be stored in the garage, or something. This house is damn small. Which is well and good for my mother only, but a little cramped with two people.
I had to drop off papers before I left Smith. First the medieval prostitutes, then to the chapel to see Elizabeth Carr. She really does have a lovely yellow office. I introduced her to my mother and tried not to cry as we walked back to the van to leave Smith behind.
I can be emotional about such things, every so often. It does happen. For the record, though, I did not cry. (No, I saved the crying for ER. Bah.)
Today I have done blessedly little. Our television is large and our channels many. Regardless, nothing was on. But I stayed in bed almost an hour after I woke, because I could, and because the wind outside was cacooning.
I need to go to my father's sometime soon, to retrieve my car and steal his laptop, but tomorrow he is "unavailable" and Sunday is Mother's Day. Perhaps I'll convince my mother to go to the movies in Oswego. I miss that theatre.