Boring & Tedious

Things are likely to get boring and tedious around the old Blogorahman stomping grounds, here at the Busy Bee and whatnot. I have noticed that sometimes my own blog is a great source of information for mainly myself--like a diary, maybe, or I should probably say journal since I'm not a high school girl. So to that end, I decided to keep posting through my moving process as a sort of log. Well, that's how the term blog got started, anyway. So, a web log, or a wee blog.

I am making progress on the move. Not so much in the form of packing, per se, but the thinning out process. I found homes for some large furniture, and I donated lots and lots of clothing and books, and just now put up a Craigslist ad for the living room furniture, which I have had for so long I don't remember what I paid for it. I found a home for Arthur, my pothos plant. I thought about  moving him with me, but then I figure it might be a shock to his system or something and he'd be better off remaining in the same USDA Hardiness Zone.

I took books to Half Price Books and endured the usual insultingly low offer on my books. I took the ten bucks, but the second box of books went to Goodwill. I left a scathing review on Google Maps. Not that anyone cares. I left a good review at Metro Ford where I bought my Ford Escape. I know how that works, so every answer was in the superlative. This, only because the salesman and the manager (who did the actual haggling) were both professional and friendly and refrained from the usual plaid jacket high pressure theatrical sales techniques. Unlike a Honda Dealership that shall remain nameless (O'Neill Honda, Overland Park, KS) where the sales staff and management were a bunch of yo-yos. They could have easily sold me a Honda CRV. All they needed to do was not be total jerks. But, no. They just couldn't pull that off.  Too much of a stretch.

Put in my 30 days notice here at the loft. It feels very good to know that soon I won't have to listen to these damn air conditioner compressors. Got my ear "tubed" so I can drive over the mountains. That also means I can't go swimming, but that's OK since I never go swimming. I can, however, take a drag off a cigarette, hold my nose, and blow smoke out my right ear. Unfortunately I don't smoke anymore, but it's good to know I have that option should I ever need it.

The sun passes Missouri and Kansas
and races toward California.