stirring dust

my last post from oklahoma... eep.

rebecca is a friend of ours who's taking over the apartment and the hobo kitties when we move tomorrow. she has been gracious enough to give us free reign on what we feel like cleaning. this is great because it means i won't be spending my last few moments with family and friends mopping the floor. okay, so i did just finish up scrubbing out the tub, a task i rarley do for myself when living somehwere. we also did some spot cleaning of the walls and doors. it ought to make her feel special. i can't wait to hear how many people, ones we know, knock on her door after we leave. i swear, half the town knows where we live and comes over to covet the palace known as our bathroom. hey, don't ask. it's just really huge. like the size of an entire huge laundry room. we've had parties in just the peehole before. it's got its own time zone. you're jealous right now, aren't you?

all this shuffling of crap is causing a snow flurry of cat hair. achoo! poor derek is just a sniffly mess. all this dust and pollen and hair and goodness knows what is torturing him. not to mention that i think he's gotten used to the weather in california already. if you've ever been in oklahoma during the spring with your allergies going bonkers, you know exactly how he feels. now pile on the remnants of living in the same place for quite some time. even i'm dripping snot at least once a day with all of the hubbub and mess, and that damn cheap roll of one ply i bought for the toilet (sorry, i promise i didn't know!) is no picnic on the schnozzola. drip drip sniff sniff snot.

people ask how we're doing. they ask if we're okay or sentimental or upset. i don't know how we're doing. we're sweaty and thirsty. we're tired and spacy. we should be able to let you know how we're doing in about a week or so. by then i'll be able to find just about everything, or perhaps just the box where it lives. i'll have some kind of traumatic whatever, but it will pass with enough coffee and cheese and cookies. i'll find something to keep me busy and get out into the world to find some new places to go and annoy people. there is one thing, though. we were ready for a big change in our lives and now we've got it.

you should never complain about getting what you've asked for once you've got it, even if it kind of sucks at first. you should save your complaining for something more fun and pissy than that. bitching takes energy and builds cardio skills. so bone up on the caffeine and get your heart rate going on something good. fucking fuckers are all over the place just waiting to give me some practice and burn off that pizza.

i've decided not to get culture shock. it is better to give than to receive, right?