Spring cleaning sucks
My garage looks phenomenally tidy – and nearly empty! – as almost a half-ton (960 pounds) of stuff left it today to take up temporary residence in Portland’s waste transfer station, before being settled wherever they finally put the stuff you bring there. Xena, Gabriel, and Callisto (uh, well…actually it was me, Lyse, & Anxiety) unloaded that almost-half-ton from the U-Haul I rented just for the occasion (although we had help in loading, from Geoffrey & Beanpole). Anxiety now loves the dump, since she’s actually allowed to break glass there…and she did learn a bit about “equal & opposite reactions” today, in doing so.
I am a wee bit achy, even after a steak dinner (thank you, Lyse!) & a long hot soak in the tub (during which Zadya kept me company on the tub ledge, and Geoffrey took a few “candid” pics – *grin*). So tomorrow I’m going to be a total slug.
Any time “Anxiety” and “Newtonian Physics” come together, you know there’s going to be a funny story… so c’mon, don’t be coy; spill it.
Oh, it was just how amused I was at her remark about “the glass sprayed back at me!” as if she expected the bottles & whatnot that she was breaking to just fall apart and all the pieces calmly stay down at the bottom of the metal bin. She acted like the glass bits were trying to attack her for smashing them.
Thanks for the invite and non-event based on “4400″. One of my demonspawn is glued to his chair in his dungeon closely examining “4400″. Me, I’d like to go smash pumpkins and rare antiques right now, but a nap is in order first, along with a few fantasy trails following a chocolate nibble.
Be good to your selves!
Ego rocks!