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After a long and wall-punching morning spent wrestling with my increasingly inadequate scanner in the pursuit of a batch of eBay-worthy photos (it kept insisting on rendering one skein of hunter-green yarn as a light reddish-olive!), I thought y'all might enjoy playing a round of Where's Waldo? while I drag the scanner up to the roof and chuck it off:
Not sure what's more frightening here, the clothes or the fact that most of y'all will probably be able to pick me right out of the lineup even at a remove of thirty years...
Things have been, if not exactly "quiet", then one could say "domestic" around here; as one may guess from the sudden surfacing of the school photos, we've decided that if we are ever going to get off our butts and move out of this craphole apartment, say on a timetable of "checking listings by Spring 2006", we had better start buckling down and organizing for the operation now. So far we've managed to weed the art-supplies cabinet for dried-up paint, thin and organize the coat-tree in the hall, properly reinstall the closet-rod that one or another attack of handymen knocked askew, and tackle the batch of dirty laundry that was preventing us from putting the clean laundry away. The house still looks like a hurricane went through it, but maybe only a category 3 at this point rather than a 5. I'd be working on it more this afternoon, but after that run-in with the scanner I don't think I'm even up to sitting here to write up the listings today... If anyone needs me, I'm going to have a bit of a lie-down and then I need to see a freezer about a key-lime pie. Not necessarily in that order.