all the moving

[sistawendy]

Friday: I drowned my sorrows at the Wildrose and got to bed on time. Martha Manning, co-owner and cute bartender, knows an impressive amount about what Seattle was like in the decades since she moved here. For example, what's now Lost Lake used to be a bath house. I'm jealous of people like Martha.

Bonus: through the 'Rose's big front window Martha spotted a dude in a Da-Glo green fringe skirt and a furry tail. Goddess bless the Hill. Martha said there was a ravey thing going on, which would have been odd so early in the evening. But I've known rave organizers to party at strange hours to make sure only the hardcore people show up. Me? I wasn't feeling too hardcore right then.

Instead I assuaged my drunchies with a pastrami sandwich from Dingfelder's Deli, whose existence I never suspected until then. (Smart move, though, locating so near the Cuff. I know those gay boys get hungry.) It's a lot of good food, but it's also not cheap.

Saturday, in chronological order:

1. fetched the car
2. took delivery of a bookcase from IKEA
3. took a carload of flattened boxes to the transfer station
4. took a carload of other recycling to the transfer station – packing paper, stuff I moved but don't want, normal household stuff
5. took three bags of trash – my solid waste service is still "pending" – to the tranfer station
6. took two boxes of donations to Goodwill – yeah, I know there are better places to donate, but look at this list
7. took my laundry to Ex's and washed it

Plan for today:

1. put clean, dry laundry away – Ex's washer spun the bejeezus out of my clothes so they're dry now
2. assembly the aforementioned shelves
3. put the living room together
4. hang art