ohmigosh!

I was so out of it yesterday what with hauling heavy objects and flinging stuff into boxes, I totally missed the fact that the totally-fantabulous flambeau had made icons for her friendslist! Once I discovered this I went to her page, and scrolled down looking at pictures instead of at names--I wanted to see if I could guess mine. My hand to god, as soon as I saw this one, I knew it was my icon for me. So beautiful, and so perfect!

Thank you so much, torch! (*squeezes you with love*)

Progress!!

As we continue the countdown toward Project Relocation 2007: Liftoff!, I note some significant milestones achieved:

--HOLY CRAP the dead car (or rather, Dead Car #2, Son Of Dead Car) is OUT OF MY GARAGE AND GONE. (The entire saga of Kat's Multiple Dead Cars is chronicled in past LJ entries which I cannot at this moment be arsed to find and link.) It will get fixed, perhaps, and reused, and a worthy cause may make some money on it, and my brother gets a $500 tax deduction, and I get the goddamned garage emptied out AT LAST. Just in time to move away. Heh.

--A co-worker's college-aged kid who's setting up his own first apartment is interested in hauling away some of the furniture I've had trouble finding other takers for, including the Sofa Of Gigantitude, and they will come over this afternoon with a van and make with the hauling. YAY.

--I have finally sold the last of the books I was planning to sell.

--My desktop computer, which appeared to be possessed by the demons of cyber-sloth yesterday and was taking 5-10 minutes to open documents and froze up at random intervals, appears now to have CAST those demons out. Hallelujah!

--(My laptop, however, is still inexplicably refusing to connect to my upstairs neighbor's open unsecured wireless [to which I've been given permission to connect]. Woe.)

--Disconnects have been arranged for all utilities.

--Storage space has been reserved in Seattle to stow my crap until I can find a place to rent.

--I got my office completely emptied out and will never have to enter that building ever again HA HA HA HAHAAAA!

Today's agenda:

--Now that the Dead Car is out, I can finally reach, investigate, and determine the nature of, the Dead Appliance that has been sitting in the far corner of the garage, covered by a filthy tarp, for the past seventeen years. (I stuck it there when I moved in. It's either a washer or a dryer. No, I can't remember which. No, I can't remember if it worked at the time I stashed it there. I am going to have an appliance dealer/recycler come and haul it the hell AWAY.)

(It is clear, by the way, that I should never have a garage ever again in my LIFE. Clearly no good comes of it.)

--The bike will be taken in to the friendly bike shop and boxed up so it doesn't get smushed in the move. (Which means I've taken my last bike ride in Minneapolis. Sadness.)

--The putting of stuff in boxes will proceed, in its wonted random fashion. This will at least cut down on the litter of random crap currently cluttering my living room (e.g., yoga bricks; a box of file folders; a big flashlight; several candleholders; a spindle of CD-Rs; some extension cords; random mugs; cables of indeterminate function; etc. etc. etc.).

There was something else I was going to say but damned if I can remember, and I highly doubt it would be of much interest anyway. Of greater interest would be the very pleasant dream I had last night, a sort of Wilby Wonderful pastiche featuring CKR in a similar role--middle-aged guy of great competence, hard-won life wisdom, and incredible hottitude, in a UST-laden slowly-progressing relationship with a younger, confused, damaged guy. It was a lovely, lovely dream, especially the kissing scene. (*g*) I just wish I could remember it all better ...

OK, off to throw more crap into boxes, after pausing a moment to admire my lovely icon that flambeau made for me that is MINE.