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Saturday, July 17, 2004
Today was garage sale day. I got rid of a ton of stuff and had a very good time and acquired a smashing farmer's tan. Ryan and I started setting stuff out around 8:00 this morning and the crowd formed almost immediately and stayed pretty steady for the first couple of hours.
One of the things I found while I was pulling together stuff for the sale was the notebook I used for my solo trip to France in 2000. It was fun to look back on reflections such as:
Time elapsed between arrival and having someone call me a bitch: 25 minutes.
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Tonight I got dinner at a Tex-Mex place (I know, I know) near the Republique. I got an enchilada with beans on the side. They were green beans.
I also put aside some childish things, or more precisely, sold them off for a quarter. Many of the toys from my old cube at Excite left with new owners. This was oddly satisfying.
The usual amount of group-sale horse trading happened; I got a modem to put into my computer before I give it to my mom (I have a new laptop on the way >>preeen<<), Sarah the Braisin' Hussy got some of our old mixing bowls and a D&D manual, and Ryan got some of my books. My car is full of the best leftover stuff, to go the diocesan mission in San Jose. Ryan has the rest of the books to take to the used bookstore, and odd bits to go to Goodwill. That box got a bit lighter after I did a fabulous klutz move while we were loading the car and eliminated the need to find a home for a glass ice bucket and a couple of goblets. What good is an ice bucket that doesn't bounce, anyway?
I know I've been a bit surface-y lately; there's all kinds of stuff going on in the head right now, most of which isn't formed enough to write about with any clarity. I'm having relationship questions about me and the Episcopal Church...not because there's anything wrong, but because I'm about to make a deeper commitment and I have to decide if its more annoying habits will drive me mad down the road. It's how I am in so many relationships...so focused on getting them to like me that I'm taken by surprise when I realize that I also have to decide if I like them. I am so twelve years old sometimes.
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