In Which We Have Concepts of a Plan to Unpack....

 

Before I forget, happy birthday to John Ashton, my other favorite fella!

As you can see behind me, it is a very dreary day today. And they are saying snow Tuesday, For real? When I said it seemed a little early for that, my person said it actually wouldn't have been, once upon a time. It was actually snowing earlier, but it wasn't sticking. It's just - a really "ew" kind of day.

We're starting to unpack, but I think there are a few things that somehow got lost in the mayhem. Nothing that can't be replaced in some way, shape or form, though. I think my person is annoyed about a couple of CDs she very much intended to bring and apparently didn't. She has them downloaded but wants physical copies. I think she's going to be hitting up Bandcamp again very soon. And yeah, that behind me is something she's working on. She writes the weirdest things. And speaking of birthdays, she's annoyed that she can't find when Mark Bandola's is. She's really itching to do his star chart. She has somehow settled on him being a Pisces because she said his aura reminds her of Mike Peters, and he was a Pisces, and my guy Rob Vandeven being a Scorpio. So - there's that. I was about to ask her if she was sure that either of them were still, you know - around - but given that the world lost Mike Peters at the end of April, I decided to keep my big mouth shut. She's understandably still sad about that. We all know how much she loves the Alarm. Really, I get it. So if they're not, don't tell her. But if you know either of their birthdays, please do tell. It's not like my Google-Fu to fail me, and even I can't find anything. 

Tim and Edward were pretty freaked out about having to ride in the moving van after the India debacle that led to them coming here, but that was one of the few things that went smoothly. They're here, along with Richard, Sohalia and all the others. 

We'll find everything. Eventually. 

This is nice on a miserable day. The poppy painting came from the Habitat For Humanity thrift store on Route 9. We went hoping for a floor lamp but ended up with artwork and a second office chair. And all for a good cause.

Please take note that we have a ceiling fan now. 

More to come. Our person has some projects in mind for after she gets a new sewing machine. I think one of them might be a me-sized version of my other favorite dark brooding guy.....

In Which We're Officially Here

We're here and settling in. It's going to take some time to get things straightened out and you don't want to see the second bedroom, but we're here and it's actually really nice. Getting here, however, was not so nice. Boxes, boxes everywhere and we still ran out, and my person is still sore from eight bazillion trips up and down the stairs at the old place. And we still lost the toaster and possibly the mixer. Not to mention that the pretty stained glass floor lamp didn't survive the trip, either. My bookcase dollhouse made it, but I don't think all of my furniture did, either. Oh well. Fawn, Lenore, Jamie, Maddy, Emmaline and all the others made it, and that's the important part. (And hot tip - if you have a bazillion coffee mugs to move, wrap them up in your clothes and pack them in a plastic storage tub. Easy peasy. And another hot tip - don't do what my person did and forget hangers. Said clothes are still in the storage bin as a result.) 

But yes, we made it and we're all safe. :)

 

In Which - We're Moving....

 

A moment of silence, please, for my person's sanity. Yes, we are moving. The big day is tomorrow and I think she's about to scream. The good thing is that almost everything is packed. Key word - almost everything. She's currently labelling a box as "STUFF!!!!!!!!"

No, she didn't leave all this until the last minute - her closing, whatever that is, got moved up a week. Which, from what I can gather, is both good and bad. The good news is that we're going to have a dedicated craft room at our new place. The bad news is that we have to get all the crafty stuff there. 

And OMG, she has a LOT of CDs. Given that the only ones she's listening to right now are the Alarm and the Lucy Show because she thinks Mark Bandola is cute. I mean, he's not bad, per say, but he's also - well, a dork. I like 'em dark, sexy and smoldering like his partner in crime, Rob Vandeven. Ima insert a video down below, because dorky or no, they're really a good band. They should have been more famous, really. 

Mark is the one singing this one - the left-handed blonde. Rob is the one not singing and probably kind of done with Mark's shenanigans. You tell me which one's hotter. But my person's probably going to fight you on it if you say it isn't Mark.... 

In which - Happy Gotcha Day!

 

Happy Gotcha Day to Fawn, who arrived ten years ago today!

Her debut photo!

And a couple from yesterday

I still love this girl. 

Happy Gotcha Day!

In which...waiting for snow

For the record, I think "Ember" is a really counterintuitive name for a winter storm. But I'm not the one who names them; I just complain about them.... 

 

"That looks somewhat - phallic."

"I think it's finally going to grow again." The bedroom doubles as a convalescent room for sad plants as well as a home for sun lovers, This philo has been looking much the worse for no discernable wear, but might be making a comeback. 

I also think Beth is a bad influence on Lenore and Fawn. They asked her for a sweet potato to plant and she brought one home. It's currently in a pot. We have no idea what this thing is going to do. 

"Miss Beth?"

"Oh, hey Lenore!" Neither of us had heard her come in. "Be careful on that box fan. It's wobbly."

She got up on the window shelf. "Jamie keeps wanting to ask you something, but he's too nervous to, so I decided I'd ask for him."

"Sure. What is it?"

"Can his sister come stay with us after this semester is over? She's like my and Fawn's age. And his parents sound pretty - well, rotten. She's studying ballet - or she was - at their mother's insistence, but she isn't sure she wants to be a professional ballet dancer and their mother - isn't happy about it at all."

"Of course she can. Do you know when the semester is over?"

"I think maybe March. I'm not sure. Oh, and I think I found out who Hawthorne has been hanging out with."

"Who?"

"I didn't think pixies and fairies had much to do with each other, but she's been hanging out with them, apparently. Which is why she suddenly thinks she's soo good for us."

"Figures. Is that where she is now?"

"Yeah. She was lording it over Daisy and Lily that *she* got an invite to the Light Court for the winter and *they* didn't. I wanted to tell her that the Light Court isn't anything special and she could just shove it, but I didn't want to start anything more than she already was."

I will say for the record that's more restraint than I would have shown. 

"Well, it keeps her out of our hair," I said. 

"I'll do a ward so she can't come back without us knowing," Beth said after a moment's thought. "I don't trust her right now. She's  - well, you know her. She's gullible and doesn't realize it. Although I think that if you do realize it, than you're not."

"I think I know who they are, but I don't want to say for sure," Lenore said, using the fan to climb over to the bed. "Because if I'm right, it's not good. I think one of them is Princess Maribel's daughter. And she's as much of a - well, bitch - as her mother."

Beth didn't scold Lenore for her choice of language. We've heard the stories. You can't scold a young person for telling the unvarnished truth. 

"Wonderful." I'm pretty sure that was sarcasm. "But yeah, tell Jamie I said it's fine. And to let me know if she needs anything."

In which - Happy 2024?

 Beth: Hawthorne! What are you doing? Don't push my stuff off the printer! Leave Aziraphale and Crowley alone.

Hawthorne: They're in the way.

Beth: In the way for *what?* What do you think you're doing?

Hawthorne: TRYING to work on my San Tropez tan, thank you very much. Your tanning light sucks, by the way, I'm not getting tan.

Beth: That's because it's a grow light for the plants, not a tanning light. They don't need UV radiation and neither do you. 

Hawthorne: How am I supposed to get a tan, then?

Beth: You're not.  Now off my printer. Off off off....

Hawthorne, grumbling: She doesn't have to be such a stupid bitch about it...

Lily: Okay, one - language. Two - I told you to leave that alone and three - freaking get dressed, okay? No one wants to see that!

'Pixies! Right, Spot?"

Fawn: But you're a pixie.

Lily: Yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to like them. Or all of them, anyway. And what are you guys doing?

Lenore: Looking for a cage for Hawthorne.

Fawn: We are *not.* Not yet, anyway. 

Lily: Restraints and a ball gag, then?

Fawn: Again, not yet.

Beth, from the kitchen washing dishes: Don't give me ideas...

Me (Caroline): she doesn't need to. I've seen the kind of fanfiction you read. 

Beth: Hey!

Lenore: TMI, Miss Caroline. T.M.I. (Lowers her voice.) I don't know about Hawthorne. I think she's been hanging around with the wrong fae. She was always kind of hyper, but she didn't used to be mean. She's been hanging around with some other fae and she's starting to act like this girl I used to know.

Fawn: Was that back at the Academy?

Lenore: Yeah. We were friends for a long time, but they turned really mean, One of them was really dumb and mean. Hawthorne is starting to act like them. 

Lily: Yeah, well, your average rock is smarter than Hawthorne, so...

Fawn: Lily, be nice. 

Hawthorne: I wish she'd move her stupid garbage off this thing. And turn the heat up! It's freezing in here!

Me: Or you could, I don't know, get off the printer like you were asked to, stop being an idiot and put some clothes on?

Yeah, anyway, Happy New Year - more or less.....

In Which it's New Year's Eve 2023

 

...and going to be a quiet one. Beth, our person, managed to avoid it for close to four years, but COVID finally got her just before Christmas. She's pretty sure she knows who it was that came to work sick when they shouldn't have and needless to say, she is NOT a very happy camper. She didn't get super sick or anything - just a lot of sinus drip, a LOT of sneezing and an extreme amount of Samuel L. Jackson style cursing when the second line appeared on the little test thingy. She's been feeling better since Tuesday but still had a positive test this morning. She would tell you all to wear masks, although that train apparently left the station week before last. (And yes, she is indeed fully vaxxed and boosted, which is why she's up and about making peanut butter cookies and complaining about it rather than being in the hospital or worse.) I get it, though. Man, I'd be pissed, too. 

These weird things are some leftover Orbeez, by the way. I think she had the idea of using them to maybe root cuttings. She said she had some that were actually pretty (blue and purple) but she used them a few years ago in a failed attempt at keeping lucky bamboo happy. So these are apparently the ugly ones she's hydrating. These things are weird. Kind of like the love child of one of those Superballs you get out of a gum machine and a Jello shot. Don't tell her I know what Jello shots are, okay? You do learn some stuff being on the web. 

Speaking of learning stuff....

Lenore: I thought it was supposed to be sunny today.

Fawn: It was. *Supposed* to be. When was the sun out last, anyway?

Lenore: Christmas day....

Fawn: What were you asking Jamie about?

Lenore: I asked him if he'd asked Miss Beth about his sister coming here, and he said he hadn't yet. He also said there's a Miss Torrance who's going to be joining us. I think she's older, though. Like him. 

Fawn: Jamie isn't that old!

Lenore: No, but he's older than we are. And did you find the website?

Fawn: Right here. Archive of Our Own. That's the one Beth was talking about. 

Lenore: So where's this story?

Fawn: There are a bunch of them. This one's really funny, though. One of the characters is reading one of those really dirty books, but it's really badly written.

Lenore: It looks okay to me.

Fawn: No, the story isn't badly written. The book he's reading is badly written. and they wrote a bunch of excerpts. 

Lenore: Like the one Miss Beth wrote where one of the characters was reading that really awful romance novel?

Fawn: Yeah, except this one's really explicit. And funny. Like this. "My demon lover approached me and shredded the clothes from my body, scattering the shredded rags about the library like autumn leaves to the wind..."

Lenore: I hope he brought a change of clothes or that's not gonna be a fun commute home from work...

Fawn: I'm sure he thought of that somewhere along the line. He did plan this, you know."

Fawn, still reading several hilariously painful paragraphs later: "With this power from our coupling, I can replant the entire Amazon rain forest!" my demon lover declared as he vanished, leaving me sated and spent. It was then that I realized I had nothing to wear to get home..."

Lenore: Told you he didn't think it through.

Fawn: Well, I guess he could have worn a garbage bag. But that still would have been embarrassing.

Lenore: Not to mention that kind of went out of style awhile ago. And if the library has garbage bags like Miss Beth's office, they're all clear. So that wouldn't have worked either. 

Fawn: Yeah, he *really* should have thought that through. 

(For the record, Beth said "yeah, they're about the age I was when we started reading stuff like that, but we didn't have fanfiction. We had to make do with sneaking actual books. As long as they come to me with any questions, it's fine." She also can't remember the name of the one everyone was passing around like seventh-grade contraband, which, some to think of it, it probably was. She also said it was just about as comically bad, except it wasn't supposed to be funny. I think she enjoys playing benevolent cool aunt to a couple of twelvish-year-old girls.)

Lenore also got a guitar for Christmas, but she eschewed the "Campfire Sing-Alongs" book it came with in favor of looking up the chords to "Rock And Roll High School." Like Beth at that age, I think she's decided she wants to be Riff Randall when she grows up. 

Meanwhile, back in the living room....

Maddy: Okay, these things are weird. What are they again?

Hawthorne: Cool! A ball pit! COWABUNGA!!!!

Maddy: Hawthorne, wait up! This isn't a....

*SPLAT*

Maddy: I tried to tell you....

Barbie: Oh for the love of - Hawthorne, are you okay!?

Hawthorne: I thought it was a ball pit!

Hawthorne is fine, by the way. But we had a very long talk with her about (literally!) looking before you leap, and asking questions - and permission.

And no. I have no idea what Beth was planning to do with those Orbeez, but pixie ball pit probably wasn't it....

Anyway, Happy New Year!