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More questions - from [livejournal.com profile] allthatjazmyne
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Anybody miss the first round (from, like, 2 days ago)? Comment with a random fact and I'll give you 5 questions.
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So. The final countdown is nearing. In a day and a half, I fly east, and after I get back there are only a few days left here. (OMG, there is so much to do!)

So - to the local LA types: would anyone be available to help us move? We have a rental truck reserved for Saturday July 1, starting at 9 a.m. If anyone can help, even for a few hours it would be a great help. The main problem with having a small child is that someone has to *watch* the small child, and if that's me, it's one fewer person available to help carry and schlep. We'll feed you pizza (traditional moving payment). If anyone needs details, address, whatever - email me at kcobweb at livejournal dot com.
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I had a very vivid dream yesterday that [livejournal.com profile] saltcod and I were both going back to college (roommates, again?). Once that setting was established, there was berry-picking and then I started writing a paper (long-hand) on Persuasion - at which point I woke up. Mmmmm, berries.

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A year ago I witnessed a car accident (I seem to do that too often, really) - and a few weeks afterwards, talked to one of the insurance companies and gave a statement, blah blah. Yesterday I got a form from an(other?) insurance company dealing with their claim and could I fill out their form? Yeah, but... it's been a freaking year, people. At the time, I was a new mother and not sleeping and worrying lots about my baby never gaining weight and all that - I wasn't exactly high on brain power. I don't remember much beyond the very basic facts. It's ludicrous to expect otherwise, it seems to me. (How much would you remember of a not-very-traumatic accident/ event a year after it happened?)

Along the lines of accidents, we were out for a walk last night and did not see - only heard - the crash of a bicycle getting clipped by a passing car (we were facing the other way). [livejournal.com profile] galagan ran and got some paper napkins from a nearby gas station for her to clean her face with - the girl was very shaken up and just sitting on the pavement - she had a helmet but her chin and face looked rather scraped up. And say what you will about big cities and difficult traffic conditions (it was about 7 p.m. and traffic was heavy), but the emergency response team was there lightning fast. They were taking care of her - and we hadn't actually seen anything so we left. But I'm thinking a lot about that poor girl today.

The EK has been a little crabby and demanding lately - we are starting to enter the phase of repetition. She usually picks *my* least favorite book to repeat, of course. 'Tis Barnyard Banter - which I don't mind the first time, but drives me crazy several times in a row. After lunch, she was sitting on my lap on the couch for a story, and when it was done, she got down, as usual - and, not as usual, pitched forward and hit her face on the coffee table. There was much screaming and blood for *forever* (10 minutes?) but after the bleeding slowed we could see it was just a big gash in her lip. I fed her a snack, and popped her into bed for a nap (and she went right to sleep) - I suspect when she wakes up there will be smears of blood all over the sheets and she'll have one big fat lip.

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As regards my earlier post - where else but in the heart of a big city can I just walk around the corner to the Asian-style convenience store and buy California rolls and creme brulee to go for my dinner?

Yeah, there *are* advantages.
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Dear Singer Boy,

I don't know if you just moved in, or just got a new guitar, or have only recently discovered that the doors to the balcony open, and there's a whole new world out there eagerly awaiting your music. But within the past few weeks, we've, um, noticed you. Boy howdy, have we ever.

Dude, you have one song. It has, approximately, three chords. I can't quite make out the words (blame the light breeze and the rustling leaves), but I could sing the whole fucking thing at this point.

You don't have a terrible voice - I didn't mind listening to the song the first couple of times. But over and over and over, every day? Gets a wee little bit tiresome.

Perhaps you have come to Los Angeles to hit it big in the music business. More power to you, bro. But, may I suggest that record companies *might* be looking for someone who has more than one song?

O-so-much love,

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Today was Mommy's Day Off. I have been away from Elena for a few hours at a time, but never more than 4 hours or so. Today, [livejournal.com profile] galagan is in charge, and I was basically kicked out of the house. :) Since she was born - 14 and 1/2 months - this was my first real day all to myself.

Oddly, I went shopping. I'm not a shopper, by any stretch - but on occasion, I find it pleasant to wander aimlessly, and it's more fun to do it without the encumbrance of the child. I took the bus (easier to do by myself than with a small child) down to Santa Monica, and went through the mall and walked a bit on the Promenade. I bought some clothes for Elena on sale at Macy's (3 summer sunsuits, plus a pair of shorts for $20 - everything hugely on sale). I also bought her a book.... another of the DK series, My First Body Book (if you know these things) - she already loves it because it has all these real! pictures! of babies!

I did peek into Ann Taylor - I'm not sure I've ever actually owned anything from there, but I like the *look* of their clothes. Going through the racks, I realized that it was the sort of stuff I would wear to work, and that I *miss* wearing those kinds of clothes, and everything that went with it. Like, you know, *working*. A good revelation to have - I'll definitely be ready to start job searching once we're resettled.

After lunch and the bookstore, I decided I was bored with shopping, and walked down to the beach. I bought a drink and sat at a table under an umbrella and read a magazine and looked at the ocean. It is an absolutely gorgeous day here - sunny and warm, with just a bit of a breeze. Then I walked further down the beach to Venice Beach, and then hopped on a bus that took me all the way back home. Lotta walking - my feet are a little sore now, but in a good way. Elena did fine without me of course, too - I wasn't worried, but it was nice to have that confirmed.

The pleasant day continues now that I'm back home. [livejournal.com profile] galagan is feeding her dinner, and we just got to watch the ST:TNG episode in which Deanna is turned into a Romulan (which may be one of my favorites). Tonight: the finale of American Idol (I'll do some quilting while viewing!), to watch my girl Kat lose to the freakish Taylor. Eh, whatever.
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I'm really posting this for [livejournal.com profile] galagan's benefit. All you need to know is that it's aimed at the people in the apartment above us.

[Poll #734542]
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American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I wanted to like this book. I really, really did. I mean, it's Neil. But..... I just couldn't. Maybe it wasn't the same without the pretty pictures of Sandman. Actually, I thought the plot didn't really hang together all that well - it was too episodic, rambly and vague, and nothing happened for 80% of the book except Shadow wandering around. Neil did a lot of almost-name-dropping too - not quite telling you which god he was talking about each time, and I felt like he was mocking me ("heehee, I know who this is and you don't - nyaaaah"). A lot of his themes are ideas he touched on in Sandman, and I guess I liked the way he handled it there better.

We had an excellent day - took the bus to Venice Beach and then walked along the beach all the way up to the Santa Monica Pier. After we got back, I looked at the Gmaps pedometer, and I think we walked over 3.5 miles. (My feet hurt now just a little tiny bit, which is lame-o.) It was a gorgeous day - the sun was quite warm, but there was a perfect cool breeze to balance it out. We stopped for a snack, and I had the best fries *ever* at Perry's Cafe (I think that was the name) - perfectly cooked, and crisp and salty. Yum. E even wore her sunhat for a little while without ripping it off and throwing it on the ground, which is big progress. She is 14 months old today. How did such a thing happen?


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