Here's what has been filling my life while I've been not blogging and only sporadically commenting on other blogs (though I am reading more than I am commenting, so don't think I'm not watching you...):
- If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I made it home from my Chicago/Indy roadtrip smoothly and without event and even quickly enough to have breakfast in Indianapolis and still be home in time for dinner with Tom in Tulsa. While I miss Portland, I love that Tulsa is so much closer to so many places and people I love.
- The night I got home, Tom mentioned a really nice house that a friend was trying to get rented out for just a bit more per month than we've been paying to rent our apartment. We went to look at it that Tuesday (Feb 24th) and loved it for so many reasons. That night, we received our fourth unwarranted visit from security for noise that we were not making. The decision was made that much easier. We are moving in just over 3
monthsweeks (that seriously was a typo, yikes), and I look forward to not feeling like we have to whisper and not sharing walls with people who start fires. And to having a yard. And a guest room. And another huge area full of so many possibilities (most fitness related, but then we'd have to move our fat asses, so maybe just an air hockey table or something). Oh, the list of good things just rambles and warbles happily on from there.
- It would be convenient here to say that I've been not blogging because I've been packing, but so far I've just pulled out all the boxes from when we just moved here at the start of December. I keep thinking about packing, though, and today is the day it starts. The good news about moving so soon after the last move is that we haven't accumulated all that much more crap yet. The bad news is that moving sucks. It's so very worth it, though, sometimes. Like this time.
- I watched the movie Milk and was stunned at the beautiful way that old footage was weaved into the film and also was left feeling like I need to do more about something I care about very deeply. I'll leave it at that and not get political about something I don't really think should be political but somehow is.
- I actually sat down and read a book. An entire book. One that was not even online, but in the form of bound paper in my hands. I stayed up until 5AM a couple nights ago trying to finish it because it was that good. I realized how much I miss reading and how I need to take the time to do that more.
- The book I read was A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, and I heartily recommend it to anyone looking for a good read. While I found it engaging from the start, the real meat of the story, the stay-up-past-bedtime-page-turner part, starts a little more than halfway in, and there were at least two points when I actually sobbed, complete with the erratic breathing and ugly cry face. I love being touched. Heh.
- On my bad tooth issue, I've been just trying to ignore it and to chew on the other side, but it turns out that I might be able to afford dental insurance continuance through COBRA (especially if, like medical, the stimulus plan pays for 65% of the premium - still sorting out for certain if this applies to dental, which I think it might). The catch is that I'd have to pay a couple hundred dollars up front to reinstate myself, then wait to see if they'd even cover whatever treatment, which is tough since it's unclear whether I'd be a candidate for a root canal (depending on if the root is fractured, and, if so, how badly) or whether the tooth would need to be yanked and then something spendy put in its place. This saga continues, but it would help knowing I may only be out $500-$1000 instead of double or more. Maybe. Fingers crossed. I never thought I'd pray that I could just have a root canal and crown. Life is funny.
- I still feel good about my JET Program interview, which, if you are just catching up, was the centerpiece of the above Chicago/Indy trip, and I still won't know until some point in April. That's good because having to start deciding while in the process of moving would be a lot on my mind. Not that it isn't on my mind, but it's easy to brush it away while I don't know if I've even been accepted or even have a decision to make.
- I finally got my Oklahoma license plates and driver's license. (See Colleen's post for an idea of how the picture part went since mine was similar.) I'm not sure how I feel about that, but it's done now. I only had to swear at someone once. I pretty much never chew someone out, but I've never been treated as rudely as I was by someone at the Public Safety Office where I first had to go to prove I belong in the country before going back to the other location for the rest. She did that thing with her voice like she was talking real sweet to a 3 year old but being heinously rude, condescending and generally asshole-ish while she did it. And I told her so, without swearing. At first. But as she continued needling me, seemingly just for sport, I really do think, by the end, my usual restraint was gone, and out slipped a "fuck you very much." Oops. The older I get the more likely I think this is to happen. You've been warned.
- My unemployment check this week was magically (the magic of tax cuts through the stimulus plan - correction, thanks to Tabatha: increase due to this, also from stimulus plan) $20 more (after taxes). I still won't get political, but I will say that for someone working to make just what I'm getting on unemployment, having an extra $80 per month could make a nice dent in groceries or other expenses, and I think it is a good way to not only stimulate the economy but to actually make the difference in the lives of real Americans, the difference between making it that month or not. Times are tough. To me, $80 per month is huge.
- An hour later, and I'm still here typing. I need to get back to "the other here," the one that is my life requiring my attention and my awesomely stellar packing skills. Did I mention I'm moving?
- Truth be told, it's not the packing that calls, but I bought a $3 set of markers to use for labeling said packing, and I'm itching to break them open. At least I think that's what that itch is...
- If this was Thursday, this would be a perfect post for Thursday Thirteen. Too bad it's Wednesday. Laters, sk8ters.