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Wednesday, July 02, 2003  

So hi

Not quite back to full-on yippy-skippy, but better, thankyouverymuchforasking.

T.H. thinks that maybe we should not get a dog (doggy doggy!!) the exact second that we land in Maryland, for some reason. He has this cockeyed theory that since some of us (and, of course, I have no idea at all who he’s thinking of) find it difficult to make new friends, and just sort of wait around for their husband to bring some home, so then they can share in the friendy-goodness, that having a dog (doggy doggy!!) would simply allow those of us who say things like “I’m just going to stay here and read a book, have fun at the concert/party/whatever” to add “play with my darling bundle of happy doggy love” to the list. Plus, we don’t have a clue what our schedule will be like.

But there are all these wonderful, darling dogs (doggy doggy!!) that need to come home with me over in Maryland. There are about 400 on Petfinder and I love all of them, and, clearly, they need to come live with me right away. Like, I should stop by the shelter and pick them up as we drive by on the way to our new apartment, right away.

Because we’re almost certainly leaving the kitty here, with our roommate, if we go to Maryland. The kitty wouldn’t like to drive across the whole country in the car (which he hates), and he wouldn’t like living in a big apartment building (which we’ll probably start out in (it’s just impossible to check out small places from across country, and I won’t agree to live anywhere unless I can see pictures first)), and he’s have to make new friends too (because he’s buddies with some of the other neighborhood kitties now), and I just can’t do that to him. And our roommate really wants us to leave him at home. So I think we probably will. Which means I will be pet-less again, which I suspect will cause massive hyperventilating panic, and the spontaneous abduction of other people’s pets, which will probably get me jugged. I think getting a dog immediately is a better solution. Plus, can’t I use my dog to make friends? I bet I can do that!

(no, we don’t actually know yet—but I’m back to being sure that it’s going to just gel)

posted by Kim | 1:57 PM |


Tuesday, July 01, 2003  

Blah de blah de blah

Just not so much right now.

I mean, better than earlier today, but not so much as yesterday morning.

I’m sure I’ll recover and be all happy again later on, just, you know, not right now.

Nothing definite happened—we don’t know about moving or jobs, my yippee attitude has simply suffered a temporarily-debilitating injury.

Perhaps I should get thai for lunch? Maybe spicy noodles will make things better.

posted by Kim | 10:30 AM |


Monday, June 30, 2003  

Good and good and good

So we’re back, and T.H.’s interview went well, and mine went well too. We probably won’t know for sure what’s happening for a couple of weeks, so, of course, the waiting (waiting, waiting) has started.

T.H. really liked the job and the people, and I liked the people at my interview, and we liked the area, although not as well as we like Portland. So the upshot of all this is that we still don’t know what’s going to happen in the next month or so, but if we go, it’ll be good, and if we stay, it’ll be good too.

Which is nice—I mean, I am stressed about the waiting and the changes and the uncertainty, but however this turns out will be a good thing for us—I am still quite certain that we will end up going, but if I’m wrong, then I am also quite certain that it will be a huge relief, and T.H. will get something here.

Which is all very touchy-feely of me, I’m sure. It’s all good—whatever happens is for the best, and I will go forward happily towards whatever future we have.

posted by Kim | 10:56 AM |
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