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Friday, August 25, 2006


We are moved, or at least all of our stuff is in the new apartment. The move itself on Saturday went very well, we had a ton of great help and I only overdid it a bit. I couldn't really walk by 6:00 p.m. on Saturday and spent most of Sunday in bed or sprawled on the sofa, but I recovered pretty quickly and we made it out to a Snakes on a Plane matinee just to get away from the chaos for a bit.

We still have a lot of sorting and such to do, and putting things other than Gracie into cabinets and closets and bookshelves. She has thoroughly checked out every cabinet and closet and empty shelf, and pronounced them Good. She doesn't seem especially traumatized by the move, and certainly approves of having stacks of boxes to climb on, and all the lovely new windows and places to lie in wait for ankle-prey. Dennis took her out on the patio for the first time today, for some supervised rolling and sunbathing, and that made her insanely happy.

I'm wrapping up the second trimester, and my physical bulk is definitely increasing. I am chock full o' baby. I'm also the klutziest person on earth. I had a spectacular tripping accident on Wednesday and damaged my left foot a bit, but I think it's going to be ok. I've been banned from all projects involving stepladders and carrying large things until I can figure out where my feet are. Of course I'm accepting this with quiet dignity and not feeling at all frustrated that my body doesn't work the way I want it to.

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Monday, August 14, 2006

Gracie says: meh.

Gracie is officially Not Impressed by the preggo belly.

It has been too hot for a lot of cat-on-me action lately, so she missed the part where my belly got really round and hard instead of squishy and cat-friendly. This morning she came looking for some love, and was thoroughly confused as she tried repeatedly to find a comfortable spot, only to shift position a few seconds later. Why must life be so hard for a Gracie?

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Wednesday, August 09, 2006


I'm so happy that we're not moving this weekend. I think my head would have exploded if we were still on that trajectory.

I am very excited about the new place, though. I finally got to see it yesterday (yes, we rented it without seeing it, but since its the same building, it didn't seem like much of a risk) and it's really nice. The kitchen is about twice the size of what we have now, so I'll be checking garage sales and craigslist for a bigger kitchen table and chairs. We're going to be able to have people over for dinner and have room for everyone to sit, which is very exciting. We'll also have a lot more cabinet space and big windows. Our current place is pretty dark, so the first thing we both noticed was how light the new one is. The views are also better, since we're on the second floor and mostly see trees instead of neighbors.

The baby's room is in front and has a nice big window which I will cover with blackout shades since it faces east and the baby doesn't need to know when the sun comes up. I'm still trying to figure out what kind of window treatments to make with my super-cute space fabric; I need to go to the library and check out a bunch of books. The nursery window looks out onto our huuuuge front patio, which gets lots of shade and breezes in the afternoon. Gracie is going to love the sun patches out there in the morning. There will be so much rolling and gratuitous displays of belly fur. After she forgives us for the move, of course.

Our room is perhaps slightly smaller than what we have now, but it does have its own half bath and a big closet, so I forgive it.

The living room has a gas fireplace in one corner, aka "fire goes on! fire goes off! fire goes on! fire goes off!" so I'll have a good place to hang stockings at Christmas. The whole place is really nicely laid out and I think it will be easy to live there. And hopefully it will be easy to move in since we can use the baby's room as overflow space for boxes and things for a little while, since he doesn't need it right away.

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Monday, August 07, 2006

doing something intelligent for a change

I'm sure there is something sillier than feeling the baby having hiccups, but I'm not sure what it is.

I can now reveal the shocking news of Sara and Dennis making an intelligent, rational decision. We've decided to put off our moving date for a week, and move a week from Saturday instead of this Saturday. It's Hell Week (oops, I mean Vacation Bible Camp) at St. Ned's, and Dennis is busy slowly painting the rector's office with his still-healing ankle (he re-injured it last week, and now has a brace, which is helping) plus he has a bunch of tight writing deadlines, and we are feeling like we're stretched pretty thin as it is.

I was obsessing about it last night and then realized....hey....wait...why are we all gung-ho to move on the 12th again? I emailed some key players, like our landlord, this morning, and surprise, it actually works better, and we'll get more helpers, if we wait a week. So that's what we'll do. I feel a lot lighter already.

We bought three big laundry baskets to help us carry things upstairs, which also means that we get to trash the old, broken ones after we move. Living high on the hog, we are. But I figured that will be a good solution for things that don't really need to be packed into boxes for the short trip up the stairs.

Random bit of the day: do you know someone who needs a reminder call about Snakes on a Plane from Samuel L. Jackson?

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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Rectorial Installation

Doesn't that sound dirty? I'm working on invitations to NextRev's installation as rector in September, and while using my google-fu to find out the wording for such an invitation, I found an English site which referred to rectorial installation. And I'm just loving saying Rectorial Installation. Because I am 12.

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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

pimp my basket

Holy sock monkeys in a moses basket! I've almost finished this:

It's the baby's moses basket, which will be useful for about three minutes before he outgrows it, but it makes me very happy.

I'm not doing the nursery with the monkeys; I ended up deciding to go with the retro space theme instead. But I still needed some monkeys, so when he's hanging out with us in the living room or at grandma's, he can sleep with the bananas.

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That's right, I didn't follow up on the NextRev. Yes, St. Ned's did call someone, and he completely rocks and we're very excited to get him out here! He's coming from the east coast, from one of those very old churches where it actually means something when they say, "but we've always done it this way." Compared to that, our little 50 years of parish-dom is nothing. "But we've done it this way since...uh...the mid-70s, maybe," has a whole different ring to it. And its own charms, of course.

But, we lured him and his wife and baby out here with the promise of the fabulousness that is St. Ned's, and I believe he has been warned about the staff, or at least about me and Dennis. We've already picked up something tasteful for his office, at Bargain Clown of course. The clues are fiber and optic.

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