Queen of Rambles

Why can’t I be rich? How do other people get rich? How do people afford maids? How do people afford mansions and nannies and chefs and people to do all their work? What are they doing that’s so damned important that they deserve such things and I do not? I’m becoming a socialist.

Mikey and I have been working our asses off today and the move is under control. Right now I only have computer anxiety. We are selling the computer to Bjorn so I must scrub it totally clean. Of course, we could just wipe and reformat and not worry, but that would ruin all the software we have. Plus we are hoping that we can network this computer with his current computer and use his CD burner to rescue all our pictures. We’ll see. I still need to finish up a bunch of Mosaic Minds stuff since I’m such a slacker so I can’t just totally erase everything yet. I guess that’s the project for tomorrow.

This move has got me so stressed out that I can’t sleep at night. Today I did the unthinkable and took a nap in middle of the afternoon. I never nap. It messes up my brain too much. Of course, it might help if we didn’t stay up past midnight playing stupid computer games. I try to never even start playing games because I know that’s the short road to hell, but this time I just got caught up in the moment. We’re so funny–I’ll play while Mike packs then Mike will play while I pack. We’re goof balls.

I’m also trying to finish reading another book. Last year I read 71 books. This year I will read 50 books if I can finish the stupid one I’m reading right now. That’s so very pathetic, isn’t it? I have forty pages left, so I guess I’ll manage. Honestly, though, it’s the worst book I’ve ever read in my entire life (and I’ve read some doozies). It’s British high literature from the 1980s so I guess I got what I deserved. My main goal at the library was to find something without mold and shorter than 300 pages. Anyway, this book is absurd. There’s a group of girls who get lost on a walk because a mist comes up. The oldest girl is thirteen. After sleeping out a night they end up at a little store that’s closed for the day. Instead of staying there where it’s nice and warm with plenty of food and water (and a guarantee of rescue the next day!!!) they decide to take a boat out into the ocean!!! Why??????? No reason is ever given. I know kids make bad decisions sometimes, but what 13 year old is that stupid? The author seems to fancy herself some sort of Freudian psychobabble bullshitter and it’s annoying. Apparently all the girls want to have sex with their fathers or uncles and stupid crap like that. And they are plotting to kill each other. And there are all sorts of fairy tale metaphors that don’t make one iota of sense. Bad, bad, bad, bad book. The book is supposed to explore the reality of childhood, but after years of teaching and other child care type things, I think I can safely say this author never even met a child. But I will finish it. Anything to hit that magic number 50. Then when we get to the States I can take comfort in my nice new Koontz book. That’s always a good way to start off the new year.

And now it’s time to go and do some more packing. Yes, it’s midnight. That doesn’t mean packing can’t be done. I think I’m turning into a night owl.

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