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Since my recycle bin got emptied yesterday, I had room in it for more cardboard. So, more shelves assembled, and more boxes unpacked. I no longer have any easily visible* moving boxes left in the house. That's right: not quite eleven months after I moved into the Devil Girl House, I'm as unpacked as I really want to get.
I've unpacked my camping gear. The Wendling said I can't use it without a car. It's time I introduced him to the magic of renting.
This exchange, by the way, happened while he was taking me out to Zap Verr, a Thai place near the Fremont Bridge with reasonable food and decor that's way over the top in the grandest Fremont tradition. I think we shall return. I was about to type that I've tried all the Thai restaurants within four blocks of the bridge, but that's not true: there's one left, for a total of four. Bananas.
And speaking of the Wendling, my employer's HR people reminded me of something: in a very few months he will be too old to use my health insurance, and will have to go through his employer. I wonder what that's going to mean for his psych meds and the management thereof. Welcome to America, kiddo. I'm glad you belong to a union.
*Remaining boxes: the Sybian, a degasser, and welding gear. I'm pretty sure I should leave the Sybian in the box, seeing as how it's a huge sex machine that doesn't do it for me. I'm considering giving away the degasser. I'm not in any hurry at all to unpack the welding gear; I have enough projects going already.
I've unpacked my camping gear. The Wendling said I can't use it without a car. It's time I introduced him to the magic of renting.
This exchange, by the way, happened while he was taking me out to Zap Verr, a Thai place near the Fremont Bridge with reasonable food and decor that's way over the top in the grandest Fremont tradition. I think we shall return. I was about to type that I've tried all the Thai restaurants within four blocks of the bridge, but that's not true: there's one left, for a total of four. Bananas.
And speaking of the Wendling, my employer's HR people reminded me of something: in a very few months he will be too old to use my health insurance, and will have to go through his employer. I wonder what that's going to mean for his psych meds and the management thereof. Welcome to America, kiddo. I'm glad you belong to a union.
*Remaining boxes: the Sybian, a degasser, and welding gear. I'm pretty sure I should leave the Sybian in the box, seeing as how it's a huge sex machine that doesn't do it for me. I'm considering giving away the degasser. I'm not in any hurry at all to unpack the welding gear; I have enough projects going already.
