OmegaMom

I have some memes to do, but even memes take too much thinking right now.  So I will get to them when I get to them–I think I have been tagged for three memes, by Carol Ann, by GrannyJ, and by PreTzel.

So there’s one list.

Then there’s the list of cancellations:  Water, electricity, gas, garbage, newspaper, insurance on the Trusty Justy.

Then there’s the packing list:  OmegaDad needs stuff for 10-11 days on the road, with dawg.  OmegaDotter and I need a set of clothes for warm (down the hill with OmegaGranny) and cool and damp (Alaska).  I am to schlep a mighty collection of Christmas cactus down the hill with us to mom’s house; she, in turn, is to mail us cuttings so we can start our collection all over again.

Then there are the Things That Need To Be Done.

I have boxes of books to take to the local second-hand bookseller; word has it that they will actually pay money.  Not a lot.  But I had been under the impression that they would only do credit for other books, which wouldn’t work very well for us.

Aside from the Christmas cactus, we have a whole herd of houseplants to Do Something With.

Then there are the guppies and guppies and guppies and guppies.  And two growing plecostomi.  And a newt.  They are to be delivered to the local fish store on Wednesday.

Then there’s fifty kazillion goodbye lunches and a dinner or two.

And packing–carefully!–the dotter’s horse collection.  And a decision on which two stuffed animals can come with us to GrannyJ’s house…if any.  After all, there are animals there that will probably do in a pinch, though Calhoun or Bubby may be required.

The house is looking amazingly big.  One of the appraisers called OmegaDad the day after she visited, and she said, “Did you know that if you include the office (n.b.:  converted from one-half of the garage), your house is actually almost 1500 square feet, not 1248, like the county says?”  Suddenly, it looks like it.  Which makes the 1500 sq. ft. houses we’ve been looking at on the internet more dicey, in my opinion.  Though, of course, those houses have closets (CLOSETS!!!!), and two-car or three-car garages that aren’t sliced down the middle for the office-cum-junk-room.

We still have our eyes on one particular house, which is still available.  When asked why it was still available (it’s spectacular, or at least to us it is), the realtor opined that it was “too far out of town”.

We shall see.

Kris asked how long I plan to be offline.  Amazingly enough, if I can get my hands on a computer on a regular basis, no time at all.  Assuming, of course, that our temporary quarters have some type of internet connection.  (OMG.  What if there isn’t?  ACK!)  GrannyJ has a fine Mac, so I’ll be posting from there, and, while OmegaDad is taking the laptop, once we hook up, I’ll have my hot little hands on it once again, and will be able to cruise by an internet cafe or something if the temp quarters don’t have internet.  (ACK!)