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Soup of the Jour
Sep. 30th, 2008 11:39 pmStill boxes everywhere. Nowhere to put anything else. Please, no more loveseat? Also, does anyone want an ugly-but-relatively-functional sewing basket? How about a pair of khaki stretch corduroys from the Gap? They are ostensibly a 12L, but all my other 12L's fit me and these don't, so I would say more like a 10L. Also a three-drawer rubbermaid thingydo. It's white and about a foot cubed. How about onea' them double window-fans? Or, I don't know, some crap. Take it off my hands. Pleeeeease.
This one, Mom, I blame on you. If something is still useful to someone, I can't possibly throw it away. I can't even just put it out in the alley and hope someone will take it. Fuck, it took me two years just to get to the point where I could throw out plastic zipper bags, and that is mostly because I don't have a good way to dry them unless I wash a wooden spoon at the same time. I BLAME YOU.
Also, why does Medica send me these "explanation of benefit" letters every time I even think about going to the Dr? How much paper do I really need in my life?! Just for them to tell me that my health insurance is absolutely worthwhile, but that if I want to appeal their decision to pay for everything, I should call the number listed below.
Meg and Brixton and I were supposed to have knitting tonight, but I think I did more rows on the bus home than I did this evening. We got to Meg's about 7:30, got mauled by her "cat," and were informed that there was no food and she hadn't eaten and maybe we'd like to go to this new pub by her house. It's on Selby at Fairview, called the Blue Door, and they have excellent food, quite reasonably priced. But also, not a ton of room. Also also, big TV's set to the Twins game. So it took a hell of a long time for us to get a place to sit. But it's a nice place. They have juicy lucys made with bleu cheese and garlic. And beer-battered green beans. And "soup of the jour." Which is either funny or depressing.
I don't like the fact that my lips are already chapped, or that my skin has a white sheen from being too dry, or that we seem to have skipped "the sun sets at 8" in favor of "the sun sets at 7," but I love that I get to wear sweaters and sleep with my comforter and that the sumac on 94 has gone all glorious on us.
But I'm totally going to freeze my butt off in the Boundary Waters, because Dan and I are going again in 2.5 weeks. Brave or stupid? EP 16, Moose River N. Probably have to wade the whole river, but Nina Moose sounds good. We'll see how far we get from there. I think we're taking the canvas tent with the stove. Heated tent. FTW.
the hedge abides.
This one, Mom, I blame on you. If something is still useful to someone, I can't possibly throw it away. I can't even just put it out in the alley and hope someone will take it. Fuck, it took me two years just to get to the point where I could throw out plastic zipper bags, and that is mostly because I don't have a good way to dry them unless I wash a wooden spoon at the same time. I BLAME YOU.
Also, why does Medica send me these "explanation of benefit" letters every time I even think about going to the Dr? How much paper do I really need in my life?! Just for them to tell me that my health insurance is absolutely worthwhile, but that if I want to appeal their decision to pay for everything, I should call the number listed below.
Meg and Brixton and I were supposed to have knitting tonight, but I think I did more rows on the bus home than I did this evening. We got to Meg's about 7:30, got mauled by her "cat," and were informed that there was no food and she hadn't eaten and maybe we'd like to go to this new pub by her house. It's on Selby at Fairview, called the Blue Door, and they have excellent food, quite reasonably priced. But also, not a ton of room. Also also, big TV's set to the Twins game. So it took a hell of a long time for us to get a place to sit. But it's a nice place. They have juicy lucys made with bleu cheese and garlic. And beer-battered green beans. And "soup of the jour." Which is either funny or depressing.
I don't like the fact that my lips are already chapped, or that my skin has a white sheen from being too dry, or that we seem to have skipped "the sun sets at 8" in favor of "the sun sets at 7," but I love that I get to wear sweaters and sleep with my comforter and that the sumac on 94 has gone all glorious on us.
But I'm totally going to freeze my butt off in the Boundary Waters, because Dan and I are going again in 2.5 weeks. Brave or stupid? EP 16, Moose River N. Probably have to wade the whole river, but Nina Moose sounds good. We'll see how far we get from there. I think we're taking the canvas tent with the stove. Heated tent. FTW.
the hedge abides.
