death and dying

My father died two weeks ago tomorrow. That in itself feels strange to type, and even more strange to read. I feel like I'm living in an alternate reality that I'm bound to wake up from if someone will just slap me a couple of times, but unfortunately, this is really happening...

this office is cursed.

If you missed it, the Bears beat the Packers on Sunday. I celebrated by sleeping through the second half, thanks to a couple of mysterious sleeping pills from 2005 that seemed like a good idea at the time, however I am lucky enough to have a lady who is aware that she shares me with the Bears, and she woke me up to watch them win. Thanks to my lady.

In other news, the new job is going well. It's not quite what I thought it would be, but it'll do for now. I'm hoping that in a couple of months it will turn into something more, and, well, permanent. As of now, I've gone from part-time Museum employee to part-time temp. And originally my temp position was supposed to be guaranteed for 6 months, however in writing, it ended up being 3 months. So I took a big risk, and it's getting bigger every day. Maybe I'm just getting too nervous, being too paranoid. Maybe I need to stop thinking about it too much and just shut up about it already. Done.

missing weeds!

I've been missing Weeds. Don't ask me how long, I don't know, that's why I've been missing it. The point is, all of this working and canoeing and ignoring television has led to me missing what used to be one of my favorite shows. And yet somehow, I don't feel empty and lonely like I thought I might if this day ever came. Which leads me into talking about the new house we're moving into:

After months of thinking about buying a house, we finally realized that we're not sure what we want to do, so in the meanwhile, we're going to rent instead. In a couple of weeks, we found a near-perfect place in the same neighborhood we've been looking to buy in, and, BONUS, also Lo's hood. And that, my friends, is what brings me right back to television. The new place has two cable outlets, one in the master bedroom, and one in the living room, HOWEVER in both rooms, the outlets are in completely useless places. Lo and my lady's solution is to move them (via Lo's boyfriend's handywork)to a different wall, however my solution is to not turn the cable on. Problem solved. If there's no t.v., we don't need the cable outlets to be near the television.

Unfortunately, my dreams of not paying for television were stamped out, and Lo's man friend is going to help me move the cable outlets. Crap.

single soon

It's going to happen. It's unavoidable I suppose. I'm going to start packing my stuff, which is really just a shit load of books, and looking for my own place (or a friend with a spare room). At least most of this stuff is hers and not mine, so I won't have to move too much.

I guess when someone keeps telling you that they don't want you, they mean it. And it's pathetic to stay where you're not wanted.

work stories

Things are changing at work. I'm getting a feux-motion (close relative to "pro-motion"), which is very exciting, except that it doesn't actually go into effect for another few weeks. Not few enough. Big point is, however, I no longer have to work with the general public. This could be the last time ever that I have a "retail" job, and I can't wait! So look out world, I'm crazy!

Also, the canoe is wonderful. I've been out on the water three times this week, and I already have plans to go canoe camping after the promotion happens and I finally get my weekends back. Ah yes, the weekend. The last time I slept in on a weekend was...5 months ago. In fact, that's the last time I slept in at all. I think somewhere in there I was sick once, but that's about it. I can't wait to spend the morning in bed talking about where to eat lunch (the answer: on the canoe).

doonesbury & africa

A three hour class on Africa can be good for the soul, but bad for the eyes. I'm about to close mine. If only we weren't reading out of the book for a lecture. It's already dark outside, which is usually the time of day that I contemplate eating something before bed time, but on this rare occasion that I go to class, I'm sitting up in an uncomfortable torture device, learning and blogging about Africa.

Kudos to all the other web-surfers in here!

tip-a-canoe

We are now the proud owners of a 17' We-no-nah canoe, two paddles, three flotation devices, and one bar that goes somewhere inside the canoe to help us paddle better. Anyway, we're paddlers!! First trip was across White Rock Lake with the Lo sitting in the middle passing us samiches and pudding, but the next trip will likely be down the Brazos or something interesting like that.

More typing about it later, with pictures. :-)