This is my personal weblog, about my daily life and adventures. I maintain it so I can be in touch with my friends who are far away, and as part of a personal memory project.
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RSS 2010.01.13
This has been a very stressful day. The house has finally closed. Yay. There are still many procedural issues to be worked out, but at least we can start on the physical issues now. I found a lot of stuff on Craigslist I must buy now that I have a place to put it. I got the electricity and Internet, but not the water, on.
Before 4pm, when the house closed, my delightful periodontist, Dr. Lodberg, showed me the awful things she planned to do to me; we spent an hour solving A's banking problems; and we spent 2.5 hours remediating his arithmetic issues. Our Room I, Daniel, is teaching Adan for the first time today. He took over while I visited Dr. Lodberg, and he was very interested because his girlfriend has just been certified to be a teacher so he can get a glimpse of her experience.
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2010.01.05
Today we wired the money for the house, closing maybe January 8. There are a lot of new regulations banks have to follow that make it more difficult than ever to give them your money. Fortunately my wonderful banker Vern, at Chase on Solano, helped make sure I did everything perfectly.
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2009.01.13
I heard that my nieces actually correspond through Facebook, so I joined it. It's pretty gross. Hope it works.
I saw a kindle in real life for the first time at the cheeseboard. It's actually small and lightweight, kind of convenient, I guess.
The annual Monteverde Music Festival is in February. That actually miht be a reason not to go then; I had better find out the dates and get my room booked because if I can't have my $10 room I might not be able to do the trip. Also the annual International Arts Festival in San Jose is in March.
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2008.01.02
Poor Tess is miserable. She's all constipated and arthritic and howling in pain. We took her to the pet hospital to be cared for until her person gets back.
Barry thinks we shouldn't visit her because it would give her false hope she was going home. I disagree, but the dogs are his job.
We thought Tess' brother Raymond would be confused and frightened without Tess, so tonight we brought him to our house to confuse and frighten Pisco.
Nah, Pisco can handle it, as long as they both get enough attention.
Earlier, after we took Tess to the pet hospital, we got the Volvo smogged. I'm kind of hoping if we take care of all the stuff the Volvo needs we can keep it. We'd have to be allowed to keep it explicitly, though, so we could sell one or both of the other cars, and that is sort of unlikely.
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My mom and my brother both asked me to come down to Palo Alto, so I did. I baked more of those no-flour, no-sugar cookies for my mom. Spencer was very pouty on the ride down, and when we got there Monet didn't want to hang out either. Steven suggested that she was crazy for dominoes, and she was, so we all had a good time playing dominoes.
Belize is in India, which is quite a surprise, as her mom would barely let her go to France last year. Cezanne is a head taller than Spencer. Spencer was allowed to be the elf and pass out the presents, which cheered him up. Cezannne helped him a little, and she was READING the packages to deliver them to the right people. She is four, and the packages were written in cursive by people whose writing is not all that smooth. I was very impressed.
This is the second year in a row that I couldn't give any presents, this time a little less from poverty and a little more from working too much, and people really were OK with it, and gave me nice things anyway. My mom gave me those cushions she needlepointed that were supposed to go with the couch I gave Wealtheow.
We went to dinner at a not-so-great Chinese restaurant. Although the food was Chinese, they served sake to my dad and he asked me two dozen times if I wanted some. I'm glad my dad likes me, and I'm kind of worried about him.
Scott's fortune said that he will have so many gold coins they would be measured by the bushel. Mine said I should share my troubles with my family, which I guess I did by not making any presents. (I do presents on non-holidays pretty often, though.)
Scott and Ste and Selora and I got to hang out a little and then the 15 miles Ste biked, five miles he ran and three miles he hiked caught up with him and he crashed. Spence was a lot of fun on the ride home. We discussed the merits of having a bag of fortune cookies so high it went to outer space, the probable behaviors of ants as big as spencer, songs it is appropriate to sing to chickens, cow, bears and hippos, and so forth. It was nice.
