Wear Clean Draws  (’coz there’s 5 million ways to kill a ceo)

because, right now, that song is going through my head. get it out because it’s making me want to shimmy and shake that ass around the house.

even though i really need to do utterly nothing right now.

we moved.

and moved.

and moved.

and moved.

bah. wooly bully. do the mashed potato. do the twist. do you like it like this?

yeah. so, the movers — i hired real movers — showed up nearly 5 hours late and then insisted that they needed two trucks, three more men, and the price would be triple the original quote.

so, could you just pack up and unload $800 worth?

No, he said.

I glared and asked, Why?

We can’t do that, ma’am.

Well, you won’t make any money today coz you can pack sand. It’d be one thing if all our stuff actually fit on more than 17ft truck and it’d be another thing if… Well, you know what? I’m being dicked around. Later.

So, we got a truck and moved it all ourselves.

R has been having some treatments done which wipe him out, but he stood up through it all. At one point though, with about a third of the truck left to unload, I told him to go nap and I’d do what I could. Got my second wind and decided I was proud of myself for being such a hustler and being strong and hard working, so I was going to finish it all, including lugging that damn legal filing cabinet from Cornell. Which I must unload because it’s a beast and surely, with Ikea, there are more elegant and less painful to move solutions.

I get all that done and go inside to put some stuff upstairs — don’t ask about how steep the stairs are. Just. Don’t. Ask. I walk into the living room to find R sacked out on the sofa cusions, which he’d put on the floor. I stood there and laughed and laughed and laughed till I practically peed myself. YOu know that laughter that you can’t stop and when you want to try to stop you keep laughing?

I was laughing because we’d wrapped the cushions in black plastic bags and he left it on. Laid right on top of the garbage bag covered cushions, all hot and sweaty, and just sacked out, dead to the world. It was a sight.

This weekend, we tackled the painting, and building the deep bed garden. I learned that, contrary to my experience, and which I should have known better about but threw caution to the wind, that you really have to prime semi-gloss. By the fourth coat, it was looking good. But it bubbled up a bit and when it caught the roller, it just started peeling and peeling and peeling until there was like this giant huge bubble gum bubble as the wind blew in the sliding glass door screen and filled up this giant latex sheet of paint i was yanking from the kitchen wall.

ass.

what else? Oh, we learned that we should lock our doors. Although part of swank neighborhood, they keep on the down-low a number of home invasions, burglaries, robberies and the like. The neighbor’s wife was home alone one evening, people broke in and beat the shit out of her. Part of some gang bang initiation was what he said.

*sigh*

Oh, I had noticed, driving the area, that there were lots of observant jewish men walking down the street. One fellah used to walk by our old house. Well, there are a lot more here because we’re even closer to the temple. And the reason that matters is that the neighborhood is home to an Hassidic Jewish community. Friday evenings, the streets are filled with folks walking to temple, wearing orthodox dress. I don’t know. I’ve often read about Hassidic men, but I never thought much about the women. When I looked up Orthodox or conservative Jewish women’s dress, I was trying to find out why the long skirts, comfy shoes, dark socks. I kept getting sites like modesty.org and variations.

Thunk. It hadn’t really occured to me — that Jewish women cover themselves. And, well, I’m finding it troubling. Troubling because most folks I’ve known are progressive, modern folks. I’m not at all used to conservativism, and especially not used to the notion that women should cover themselves and should never wear pants.

Thing is, I wouldn’t be disturbed were the women Muslim or any other religion that I am used to thinking of as conservative — like Amish, Mennonite, Mormon, etc. From Judaism, I expect progressive! It’s also a wee bit of ethnocentrism or something — racism, actually. I expect a “backward” culture’s women to wear conservative dress, I don’t expect people from the U.S. to do this - - unless they’re conservative Xtians or purposefully “backward” — like Amish or Mennonite and such. Yeah — racist is what it is I think.

Anyway, that’s enough for now. I’m going to go sack out in front of the tube.

Catch me up on what y’all are up to!