Monday, August 12, 2002
 

I've actually started packing, sort of, for The Big Move to The Big City. That is, I've begun the slow process of packing my inordinate number of books into the Deer Park bottled water boxes donated by The Fox (She Who Will Not Drink Municipal Water). This would probably be easier if I just tossed them into available boxes, but I've been trying to arrange them in some coherent order (they have been grouped by fiction, philosophy, theory/criticism, etc), for once. Upshot: I emptied the drama and poetry bookcase with little ado, theory/criticism fairly easily, but philosophy turned into an hour ordeal, and the existentialism box is too heavy for me to move (no comments about wimpiness, please).

I can hear my brother clipping his nails in the hall. It's annoying me.

Anyway. Two of the six-footers are untouched, and the other one is about half empty. NOW HE'S POPPING HIS KNUCKLES. The top shelf of the three-footer is empty, and I've made some progress on one of the shelf sets in the hallway. I also took a very few from the Yaffa blocks. This is only going to get worse, with the Bookman/Bookwoman right down the street.

Other "exciting" news: I got a free rug, thanks to my Yankee relatives' recent relocation. It's red, somewhat kilim in style, and is going to look interesting with the semipastel chair from our previous apartment. Not like matching has ever been a major concern of mine, but I feel like I'm moving to a "big girl" apartment now. I even bought a real wallet and put my keys on an actual keychain.

Here's a good one. The wisdom tooth has only been throbbing less noticably as of today (after being pulled 8/2/02). I seriously doubt that it was the fault of the surgeon, but, in a less than reassuring event, the ad welcoming him to the dental office was in the paper yesterday. Seems he is as wet behind the ears as he looked. Oh, and one of the official instructions on my after-pulling information sheet (patient information, whatever they call it) is to rinse with warm salt water. Back in elementary school, the teacher used to send you to the cafeteria to get warm salt water when you lost a tooth at school. I'm surprised that the salt water is an actual dental practice; I always thought it was an excuse to get the student out of class until s/he calmed down from the excitement.

Elvisette philosophized at 9:53 PM