Blather

After seven loads the laundry is done, and a fair bit of it went right into the suitcases. I think I've packed up about 3/4 of my clothes, easy. I've been boxing up things and moving them to the living room from both my bedroom upstairs and my studio space in the basement, too, because otherwise I know moving day will come and I'll find myself rushing to throw everything together. Of course, this move has the bonus of "I don't have to fit it all in the truck" since I'll have another week to get the last odds and ends out of here.

I sat down and did a mock-up on a grid in Photoshop of how I think the furniture will best fit in the truck, too. Even with AT's two items (bed and bureau) it ought to all fit in a 16-footer, easy.

Currently backing up stuff from the re-named "Smaller Box of Sparkly Fun" to the new and larger "Black Box of Doom", which won its name from what is now the Sparkly Fun Box in a royal battle to the near-death. (Yes, yes, even my external hard drives have developed personalities and plot. Sigh.)

Tomorrow I paint the 3rd floor bathroom, read about how to re-finish a hardwood floor and perhaps get on with that in my room and the Blue room, and possibly help put together our new kitchen. Naomi called this afternoon when she was at Ikea to get my opinion of the click-together kitchen floor she was looking at, and it sounded like they were making the order for the cabinets right then.

I've been writing a bit almost every other night, although it keeps skipping around and I don't have a full page to post.

Last night I had a dream that I was going with someone to a house that had been adandoned some time back, that we were going to buy and fix up. It was dusty on the inside, but still full of stuff- including rare old books series and breyer horse models, my childhood passion. In the dream I kept going further up into the house, trying to see if I could find missing books from the series, more of the horse models, and what other treasures this house held. I had to ask several times if we were sure this place had been abandoned, but it had been confirmed so by the real estate company some months back, and the family was definitely gone. But inside the house there kept being more floors, and on the third there were TVs that were on, one in each room, and more odd stuff, and I slowly got the feeling that this place was far from abandoned, and all of the nifty things I was finding were actually bait, designed for each person to draw them further in, unable to resist the urge to plumb the depths of their find, unwilling to miss just one rare issue of a comic or priceless antique.

Time, too, was being affected; when you were inside the house it feel like it was progressing on average, but if you looked outside the sun was traveling across the sky at an alarming rate. But of course it was the outside was normal, and the inside that had somehow been sped up. The house, or whatever lived in that house, didn't have true power until after sundown, and so had devised these various tricks to ensure anyone entering would linger long enough for true darkness to descend outside. ...And then, inside.

I woke up to a cat tickling my face with his whiskers and meowing pathetically, right as I abandoned my bags of beloved loot and dived from a fourth-story window while things I couldn't see- but certainly felt the presence of- came at me. I didn't think they could leave the house. Turns out they could, and they could fly.

I'm not sure if I got away or not.

It's probably for the best that Shao and Orca wanted to be fed right then. Although, man, triple-sized Breyer models cast from a crystalline material but with dusky-quartz legs and manes and tails? They don't actually make those in this reality. But damn, I find myself wondering if it's not worth trying to get back to that house to recover that particular model. If I could just get in around noon and NOT get distracted by the potential for bigger and better things...

Ah well. Some dreams are really meant to stay just dreams.