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Editing progress: Got past chapters 5 and 6 Friday/Saturday and into 7 this afternoon -- through page 100 of 243 -- before my concentration went and I turned on the Red Sox/Yankees game 5. Progress roughly on track to finish by the 24th despite unforseen distraction of worrying about the Apocalypse. (well, if you'd told me even a month ago that the Cubs would be on the brink of the World Series I'd have had us both hauled off to the boobyhatch...)
More housecleaning over the weekend, it's distinctly starting to look a little less like a pack of wild animals live here, and since Mum was off work Monday (her delivery-drone job involves hauling around the ATM info for banks so Columbus day is a [unpaid] holiday for her since the banks are closed), we finally got the accumulated stack of 'just why did I think this would look good on me and when was that?' clothes and other miscellaneous not-cost-effective-for-eBay stuff hauled over to a charity shop. Our choice for this is generally the Brown Elephant over on Halsted, where the proceeds go to AIDS research and such, and I'm rather getting a kick out of the thought that at a resale shop in that neighborhood, I can be reasonably confident in picturing the silver velour minidress on a drag queen. Hopefully a six-foot-five black drag queen, he'd look better in it than me.
Since this errand left us at Halsted and Addison, we went over by the ballpark to light a candle at the statue of Harry Caray. What the hell, let's make it into a shrine, couldn't hurt...
After that, since it was Monday, we went to the Museum of Science and Industry, which is only free on Mondays and Tuesdays in the winter when it's a pain to get down there without a car. It's gone rather edutainment since the last time I was in there but not nearly so bad as the Field. And yes, Mum dragged me into the ice-cream parlor on Yesterday's Main Street over my protests that I hadn't exactly had breakfast yet. It's rather like living with Edina Monsoon only with somewhat better fashion sense and no drinking. Or with a monkey. Maybe more like a monkey, because she keeps taking my tools and not putting them back. The last pair of pliers in the house has gotten named 'Preciousss', and she has still managed to lose them...
Last round of eBaying unexpectedly successful -- not 'fill up the New-Mac-Fund' successful, but possibly getting on towards 'how much did you say that glass-fusing kiln would be?' successful, combined with what's still up now. I've been wanting to pursue glassworking since some classes I took a few years ago, and the advantage of a small fusing-kiln would be that eBaying off a batch of beads now and again would do wonders to improve the Family Finances relative to their present state.
More housecleaning over the weekend, it's distinctly starting to look a little less like a pack of wild animals live here, and since Mum was off work Monday (her delivery-drone job involves hauling around the ATM info for banks so Columbus day is a [unpaid] holiday for her since the banks are closed), we finally got the accumulated stack of 'just why did I think this would look good on me and when was that?' clothes and other miscellaneous not-cost-effective-for-eBay stuff hauled over to a charity shop. Our choice for this is generally the Brown Elephant over on Halsted, where the proceeds go to AIDS research and such, and I'm rather getting a kick out of the thought that at a resale shop in that neighborhood, I can be reasonably confident in picturing the silver velour minidress on a drag queen. Hopefully a six-foot-five black drag queen, he'd look better in it than me.
Since this errand left us at Halsted and Addison, we went over by the ballpark to light a candle at the statue of Harry Caray. What the hell, let's make it into a shrine, couldn't hurt...
After that, since it was Monday, we went to the Museum of Science and Industry, which is only free on Mondays and Tuesdays in the winter when it's a pain to get down there without a car. It's gone rather edutainment since the last time I was in there but not nearly so bad as the Field. And yes, Mum dragged me into the ice-cream parlor on Yesterday's Main Street over my protests that I hadn't exactly had breakfast yet. It's rather like living with Edina Monsoon only with somewhat better fashion sense and no drinking. Or with a monkey. Maybe more like a monkey, because she keeps taking my tools and not putting them back. The last pair of pliers in the house has gotten named 'Preciousss', and she has still managed to lose them...
Last round of eBaying unexpectedly successful -- not 'fill up the New-Mac-Fund' successful, but possibly getting on towards 'how much did you say that glass-fusing kiln would be?' successful, combined with what's still up now. I've been wanting to pursue glassworking since some classes I took a few years ago, and the advantage of a small fusing-kiln would be that eBaying off a batch of beads now and again would do wonders to improve the Family Finances relative to their present state.