Last night I made plans to watch a movie with CJ and Lance. Rob and Laura called and said that they'd take a break from packing up their apartment -- they bought a house, they're moving, they've watched 23 consecutive hours of New Yankee Workshop -- and would come over for dinner, but then they'd have to go back to packing. The movers, after all, were arriving at 9:30am.
A.M.? Does anyone even know what the initials A.M. stand for any more?
During dinner Rob was so funny. He said he had to come up with something witty to say so that I'd mention him in here. Of course, now that I've mentioned him, I can't remember any of the funny things he said, but I did remember my promise to mention him.
After dinner the four movie watchers decided to Do A Good Deed (there was a distinct lack of enthusiasm about watching the Godard flick, Alphaville, that I'd picked up, although I'm planning on watching it tonight) and we all headed over to the Petries to help them finish packing up their place. Mostly we stuffed easy things, like books, crocheted quilts, and precious breakable family heirlooms into cardboard boxes while watching Babylon 5. Darin and CJ chanted along with the dialogue. Okay, they didn't really, but you could tell they wanted to.
After only an hour or so of packing, crunching, and taping up boxes, Rob and Laura declared that we'd done enough to keep the movers busy for a while and we were free to go. As a good deed we agreed to drive their electronics equipment over to the new house, which also meant that we'd get to see their new kitchen appliances and newly sanded and refinished wood floors. Their house is looking fabu. I haven't yet told them that I'm moving in.
It's a totally beautiful day out. Not too hot, a nice breeze...I should get out there and enjoy myself. What I'll probably end up doing is redesigning my home pages. (I'm still trying to figure out what the relationship between the All-About-Moi and the Paperwork sections should be.) I guess I could combine these two by taking a pad of paper and some pens out to a cafe and sketching outdoors.
My main accomplishment so far today is getting my blood drawn for thyroid level tests. If the PA Medical Center is as quick as they were about previous blood tests, the results should come back some time after I've already moved to Los Angeles.
The Web is so useful (I mean that, seriously, no sarcasm intended or implied) at times: I looked up Hashimoto's disease (which I have a slight case of) in Alta Vista and found all these incredibly informative pages on that and other thyroid ailments. All of which mentioned things like "lumps in the throat." Once again, it is proved that I am not imagining or hallucinating one-hundred-percent of that which I experience.
Speaking of things proved...is there an august body in the English-speaking world that rules on grammar and spelling changes? For example, I had always heard the past participle of "to prove" as "proven"...however, someone out there is trying to codify and regularize the damn language and the p.p.'s been changed to "proved" -- the p.p. for "to dream" is "dreamed," not "dreamt." No, I didn't get that memo either, but it is.