tinhuviel: (Shakespeare)

It’s been an interesting few days.

 

I’ve been trying to unpack and do laundry, but have been battling where to put what, because I’m having problems getting this chest of drawers and side table put together, and I’m unsure where to place the shelves until I get the couch and have it in the proper position.  So I’m just sort of in a move-in suspended animation until tomorrow, when I’m scheduled to finally get the couch.

 

As I unpack and sort stuff, I learn of the things that I need and don’t yet have.  Like a broom.  I’ve already asked that someone revoke my Witch Card, because this shit is off the hook.  Who has ever heard of a Witch without a broom?  I was going to use the Swiffer one kind soul sent to me, but I forgot the sweeper needs batteries, so all I can do until I get to a store is just look at it, and look at the floors that won’t be getting cleaned for another couple of days.  Oy vey!

 

On Wednesday, a maintenance dude came to refurbish my tub and sink.  At first, I was told that Toby, Smidgen, and I would have to be gone for four hours after he had used the paint, but he seemed to think that the complex people were being overly-cautious.  He did warn that the paint had a strong odour, but that was fine, because I liked it once he used it.  Then again, I love the smell of gasoline, so I'm a bit of an olfactory mutant.  He got to work sanding the tub down, as he waited for his boss to bring the paint he needed.  She brought it after about two hours, but she brought the wrong paint, and what the dude needed was all the way in Simpsonville.  He asked if he could return the following morning, and I said yes.  He had to leave all his equipment in the apartment overnight, so I kept a couple of lights on, so I wouldn’t end up falling and breaking my face, or arse, or something else I might need.  He returned the next day and finished the job shortly after Noon.  Right now, I’m super-ripe and look atrocious, because I haven’t had a shower in over 48 hours now.  It’s currently 11:30, so I have less than an hour  to go until I can clean up my act.

 

Yesterday, Micah was swung by to pick up some incense I had for them, and give me some quarters for bills, so I can do laundry.  Stonesthrow has an on-site laundromat, but the machines only accept quarters, and they have no bill changer.  I found a drink machine in the gym this morning, and thought that might be an option for when I don’t have quarters or a way to get quarters, but the drink machine won’t take my bills!  Frustration is too weak a word for this situation…. Anyway, a few hours before Micah was to arrive, my phone died.  I figured it just needed to be charged.  But it wouldn’t come on, even after an hour of charging.  Nothing I did would make it show any sign of life.  I panicked.  With my health issues, not having a phone is not an option.

 

Thankfully, Micah was kind enough to haul my butt to AT&T, where I was prepared to bite the bullet and sign a contract, so I could get a new phone.  Everything was in order, until they asked for my identification, which I lost, along with my social security card, in the move across country.  The only way I can get a new phone, the service agent said, was to order it online.  Shiiiiiit!  But she did try this one wee trick to see if there was any hope for the phone, and the battery symbol popped up on the screen.  She explained that, sometimes, phones just get locked up and, if you press the power and home buttons at the same time, it can reboot them, and they are okay.  She suggested I take the phone home, hook it up, and do the reboot.  

 

IT WORKED!

 

So, it appears I don’t need a new phone after all.  I just need to learn every clever tip and trick having to do with the iPhone 5s, and I need to do it as soon as fucking possible, before I find myself in a panicked state, simply because I’m ignunt.

 

Anyway, it was great meeting and hanging out with Micah, whom I initially met online through my friend Cameron.  They are a delightful person, and I’m really looking forward to watching them perform in an outdoor production of William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in which they play Puck!  Cameron, Cindy, and I were originally scheduled to go to the Saturday production, but Cameron is now thinking it’ll be Sunday, instead, which works better for me, considering I’m supposed to be getting that couch on Saturday.  Back to Micah, we share a fascination for the Arabic language and alphabet.  They are learning Arabic in school and seemed pleased when I told them that my original Rhyllan alphabet was inspired by the Arabic alphabet.  (I really need to turn Rhyllan and Tarmian Tarmi am Tynillim into digital fonts, but I’ll have to wait to get a printer/scanner for that.)  Micah is a brilliant person, and exudes a deep kindness.  Toby could not get close enough to them when they were here.  When they found out I was a Witch, they expressed some interest in learning more about Wicca, since their brother had recently been talking about it as well.  Once I have all my gear unpacked and have the apartment in order enough to where I can cast a Circle to my satisfaction, I'm going to invite Micah, and anyone else who might want to participate, to an open Esbat ritual.  By then, I'll have furniture for people to sit on, and receptacles out of which they can eat and drink!

 

I find it telling that I have only been back in South Carolina a month, and I’ve already made a new friend in Micah, and a potential new friend and neighbour, whom I met a couple of days ago.  Her name is Christa, and she stopped me as I was walking to the mail box, because she spotted my Pentagram pendant.  She’s moving in later on this month, and she’s an herbalist/acupuncturist who has dabbled in Wicca in the past.  She wants to get together once she’s settled.  I spent four years in San Diego and only made a tiny handful of friends right at the end of my stay in the area.  It isn’t that San Diegans aren’t friendly, this is about me.  I have to admit I was unwilling to get out there and be proactively social.  To be honest, I think that if I had remained in San Diego, I would have become a shut-in, because my social anxiety out there was out the roof.  I don’t know why, but I intend to suss it out over time, because I think it’s important to know the reasons behind my inability to interact with others there, when I don’t seem to have a problem with it here.  If I discover the roots of this behaviour, I can work to rectify it in the future.

 

Thanks to my Tribe, another very happy difficulty I’m having with getting unpacked and organised, is I keep getting more packages, which means I’m inundated with boxes, which are getting in the way of unpacking more boxes.  I’m not complaining, I think it’s ironic and hilarious!  For now, I’m holding on to the better-made boxes, and have put out the word that they are available to anyone who needs them, for whatever.  If I haven’t heard anything by Saturday evening, I’m beginning the arduous task of breaking them all down and taking them to the recycling bin across the way.
 

Speaking of Tribe and new friends, I’ve also connected with a local artist, who has created a piece of art for the new pad. I’m looking forward to meeting Modesto and seeing the barn he has drawn.  I had told him to make anything he felt would be good for me and, even though we’ve never met, he decided on a barn.  I have a weakness for barns and, especially, lighthouses, so this was perfect.  I’m thinking the barn will go in the dining room.  I can’t wait to meet Modesto, with whom I hope to work in the future to create an all-inclusive artistic community for the Upstate of South Carolina.  I’m in the market for other art, as well.  I’m hoping Janice will paint me a lighthouse, when her life settles down enough to where she can get back to her painting.  Also, I’ve found this print representing my patron Goddess, Lilith, that I’m keen on putting in the living room.  I also want to get a Tolkien-focused piece of art for the living room.  The other picture I want to put up is the picture of Jesus that Granny painted when I was just a baby.  I grew up believing he was a hippie whose eyes followed me when I moved, and I would flash him the peace sign at least once a day and say, “Peace, brother!”  I left the painting behind when I went to San Diego, because I was afraid it would be damaged in the move.  Now that I’m back, I’m reclaiming it from all the stuff I still have stored in the old house.  Of course, my Shriekback poster will eventually be gracing the bedroom wall.    As for the hall and bathroom, I’m not sure yet what, if anything, I’ll do in the decor department.  Despite my accrual of a shit=tonne of stuff in a very short period of time, I still consider myself a minimalist!

 

Smidgen vomited day before yesterday, and did so again overnight, but she seems to be doing well, other than those two incidences.  Rene is insisting I stick with the plan of taking her back to Dr. Patch next week, so I’m going to swallow my pride to acquiesce.  If it were me, or a situation that did not involve a living entity, I would just wait to address the issue when I could afford it, but that’s not the case, so off we go to the vet’s office one day next week!  And, actually, as I was writing this, she vomited again.  It was clear fluid with a light yellow tinge to it, so I’m a tad worried that her liver is not doing as well as I had initially hoped.  

 

I’m out of milk and sugar, so I checked to see if the Instacart service was available in this area.  It is!  So I’m having my milk, sugar, and a couple of other items I needed, delivered in a couple of hours.  Since I’m waiting on this, I’m postponing my shower until after s/he has come and gone.

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Apr. 23rd, 2012 09:37 am
tinhuviel: (Kowalski)
Finally passed out a little after 6 AM. Probably would have slept longer, but the phone woke me up.

Not planning on doing anything today, except for reading a friend's childrens book she has written and is working on editing now. I may try to write myself, but it might not be worth it with my brain in its current condition. I'm not really sure it would be worth it, except for it being therapeutic, and even that isn't a certain thing.

I do have a couple of phone calls I have to make. Maybe its best that I get those out of the way right now, while I have it on my mind. One of the places is the tax office. My car taxes come due the first week of May. I need to find out if I'm supposed to go ahead and pay on the ION when I know I'll be paying taxes on whatever "new" car I'll be getting, hopefully this week.

My rental runs out on the 26th, so I really need to get that settlement check before then. Enterprise is going to be charging me for mileage and fuel, plus I'm going to be without any transportation whatsoever if I don't have a car by then. So yeah, I need to get my shit together and get this show on the road. Diane and Bobby are gonna be helping me find a decent car. Really, the only thing I need is something that will get me to Asheville and, specifically Craggy Gardens and back, without breaking down...and a working stereo. Because I am literally incapable of driving without music. Oddly enough, I tend to fall asleep in the car, and its music that pretty much keeps me awake and alert.

Of course, I'm repeating myself on some of this, because I'm an absentminded old fool. Such is life.

Aww HELL NO

Jun. 1st, 2009 03:59 pm
tinhuviel: (Khaaaaaan!!)
We're trying to figure out an alternative method of dialing 911 in the event our power goes out or the computer craps out, derailing Magic Jack.

The [livejournal.com profile] mother_unit is talking Aunt Tudi into getting a Jitterbug. I hate the fucking Jitterbug. I even included my hatred of Jitterbug and Jitterbug users in one of my Joker fics, that's how much I hate it. No. NONONONONONONONO! Not....Gonna....Do....It.
tinhuviel: (Chester)
I'd had my old phone for a little over three years. It wouldn't hold a charge but for a few hours and it was kaput at work, having no discernible signal except outside. This wouldn't work since Aunt Tudi couldn't reach me in case of an emergency. So off Aunt Tudi and I went to our nearest Verizon store yesterday afternoon. Turns out that, if I signed up for a two-year contract, I could get me a phone for cheap and Aunt Tudi a phone for free. Since I've been with Verizon since it was still Bell Atlantic Nynex Mobile, I had no problem signing a two year contract. I picked me out an unassuming little Samsung Gleam phone and Aunt Tudi got a variant version of my unassuming phone, a Samsung SCH-u410. Both of them came with Bluetooth technology and a wee ear piece. I set both phones up yesterday and am now wearing that wee ear piece. It blows me away that I can speak in a normal tone of voice and the person on the other end of the line can hear me like I'm in the room with them. The ear piece is so far away from my mouth, I just don't understand how it works. I'm getting old. Technology is leaving me behind.

Also yesterday, I got a call from Gwen, my first Dirty Dogs Done Dirt Cheap customer. Since it's been about six months since I groomed him, I figured she wasn't happy with my work and decided not to use my services again. Nope. She'd just lost the certificate I'd given her that had my phone number on it. We made arrangements for me to pick up Fat Boy Boo boo, her wire-hair Parson Russell Terrier today. I got him around 11:30 and brought him back to the house. Before I started his grooming, I let him roam about in the front yard to pee and poo, in the event he needed to. He only needed to pee. Shmoop was curious about the newbie in the yard and walked up to him with her tail in the air, jabbering at him in her idiot savant felinese. He stretched his neck out to touch noses with her, his tail wagging all the while. Once they touched noses, Shmoop arched her back and gave Fat Boy Boo Boo the hairy eyeball, as though to say "You're not one of my dogs. I think I shall intimidate you and see what happens." What happened was that Boo Boo turned into the canine version of Private Hudson from Aliens: What are we gonna do now, man? Game over, man, game over! He ran up to me and begged to be picked up, which I did, taking him into the house and putting him on the grooming table (thanks again, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna. You're a peach).

I didn't have to do much with Fat Boy Boo Boo. Gwen didn't want him shaved down like she did last time. She just wanted him shaped up and trimmed, the obligatory sanitary clip, aka getting your butt shaved, and she wanted him bathed. I worked on him with focused speed, using the clippers to even out his coat, but taking only about a quarter of an inch off the length of his fur. I did the sanitary clip, then shaped the hair around his hoo-ha. It was very attractive, if I say so myself. I trimmed the fur around his feet, shaping them into dandy little ovals, then shaved the hair between his toes and around his pads. After doing that, I could see his toenails well enough to safely clip them. I cut them all without quicking him once. I shouldn't toot my own horn, though. He has white nails, so the blood supply is easy to see. After clipping, shaving, and brushing him, we headed off to the bathtub. I shampoo'd the little bugger until he was literally squeaky clean, then towel-dried him as much as I could. His hair, being wiry Terrier hair, was difficult to saturate with the water, but very easy to dry. He was 50% dry by the time I got him back to the grooming table. Whilst brushing him and shaping his cut, I dried him with our hair dryer, set on the coolest setting, which is actually quite cool. Room temperature air was being blown on him, so Fat Boy Boo boo seemed to enjoy this part of his grooming interlude. Every time I'd finish combing and shaping him up, the wee bastard would shake and his coat to puff out. So I gave up. You could tell he was nicely shaped and trimmed well, and that the bath had done him wonders. He was only a tad damp around the face and toes when I called Gwen to let her know that Boo Boo was ready. It was a little before 1:00. Not too bad for someone a little rusty in the grooming arena. We decided to meet at Lyman Pharmacy in 15-minutes time.

When I got to the pharmacy, Gwen was already there. She seemed delighted by Fat Boy Boo Boo's new hair do. Fat Boy Boo Boo seemed delighted to see his mama. When I placed him in the back seat of her car, he was wriggling and wagging so much, he felt like a dog quake. I told Gwen that, if she had any questions or complaints, to please not hesitate to call me. She said that she could tell there'd be no questions or complaints, she was very happy. And she said she'd be calling me when Fat boy Boo Boo was ready for another session. She gave me $20, which I promptly spent at Ingles, getting stuff we forgot to buy at the grocery yesterday (half & half, olives, mayonnaise, paper towels, etc).

All in all, it's been a very productive day. Perhaps this is a portent of how the coming week will be. A body can hope, neh?

**EDIT**
I wonder if Nino Rota's estate is getting any royalties off the ditty that plays when a call is coming in. I believe it's from The Clowns and it's the most recognizable circus song in the world.
tinhuviel: (Cylon)
I'm trying to bide my time until Battlestar Galactica comes on tonight. So here I am here to torment the masses.

Earlier today, I spent over two hours on the phone and talked to 17 different people at Capital One trying to find out where the hell my car title is. I was finally informed that it was mailed out on 12/28, so I should get it any day now. Having to deal with so many idiots in such a short period of time gave me serious flashbacks to The Pit and I was literally in tears there for a brief period of time. They weren't girly oh-my-feelings-are-being-mooshed tears. They were ohmigawd-I'm-gonna-rip-somebody's-skin-off tears. It wasn't a pleasant experience. In fact, it gave me a headache and the desire never to pick up another phone for the duration of my existence here on Earth.

Sven came to dinner last night. He allowed me to step out in the back yard with him and take some glamour shots. Here's the result.

ain't he cute? )

I just adore his little hands.

Now behold the candle that [livejournal.com profile] falkenna sent to me. In case you can't make it out, it says "Nemesis Now." How cool is that?

candle )

I took some pics of Aunt Tudi and myself at the doctor's office on Wednesday. It's obvious we don't feel well.

unwell )

After having experienced a hot flash, I am now down to a tee shirt and my hot pink boob pants. I just put the flannel shirt back on because I've been outside trying to get Shmoop to come home. It's after 7 and she's not home yet. This is highly irregular. HIGHLY. And I'm worried.

A good name for a band would be Knuckletoe. I thought about that when my the knuckle on my left big toe popped like a firecracker. Ow, fucking ow.

Hello Moto

Oct. 25th, 2005 12:49 pm
tinhuviel: (Darth Geek)
My new phone is dicking around with my mental health. When I hold it, I want to flip it open violently and scream "KHAAAAAAAAN!"

Is there some way to overcome this short of wiping my mind clean of all Star Trek references?

Monday

Jul. 1st, 2002 09:53 am
tinhuviel: (Default)
Rainy days don't get me down, but Mondays do. It would be better if rain were pouring out of the endless sky!

So here am I at work again, wishing my lappy were functioning so I could do some of this stuff on the weekends. I have work to do, but not much, since almost everyone is on holiday, so I thought I'd write my update whilst I can.

what's up with Tin? )
tinhuviel: (Default)
This is the second Saturday in a row....

Last Saturday, I got a "restricted" call and answered out of curiosity. When I said 'hello', the noise came through on the other end (or other side) and it sounded like the transmission from the end of the movie "Prince of Darkness" combined with some special effects from any Nine Inch Nails song (pick any one of them).

After I hung up, I got another restricted call, answered and got the same noise.

Well, the caller tried 5 more times in the course of 15 minutes, but I wouldn't answer. Then the calling ceased.

Until today.

I got another restricted call today. I didn't even answer the phone. Instead, I just turned the bugger off.

Satan never returned my calls before, why should I waste my minutes on him now? Feh.

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