Let’s ignore our mother’s well-meant advice
Here’s something my sister sent to me:
Goodbye Pumpkin House
Turned in the keys to my old house Thursday. Got a quote this morning on installing a washer hookup in my new house. Oh boy. I’m gonna be saving my pennies, because this is going to cost a lot.
Phone service at new house
So after Ameritech finally got my phone service turned on at my new address, they shut it off at my old one… when they weren’t supposed to until the end of the month. So I called and yelled at them. And supposedly, they fixed it. We’ll see.
Someone stole my license plate
I have to fill out a form at the police station and take it to the license branch. That’s just one more errand that I need.
Local Political Organizing
I got an e-mail yesterday from a woman I know who’s on the board of directors of an organization I used to do volunteer work for. She was objecting to something I wrote here in my journal. The e-mail was titled “I’m disappointed” and in it, she chastised me for expressing some opinions about some local political activists in the gay community, then she ordered me to stop expressing such opinions, because “we already have too much of that sort of thing.” THEN, she proceeded to ask me to volunteer some time helping her learn website editing so she could do my former volunteer position.
I actually responded with a relatively polite e-mail explaining (again) that I don’t have the time to volunteer for her organization, as I have other organizations I already work for. Can you believe how mature I was? ME NEITHER. But, hey, I’m safely back on my own website, so here’s what I really think:
If you don’t like something you read here, FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF. Also, BITE ME. Plus, how fucking clueless are you to try to order me around on my own website, then to ask me to give my time(=money) to help you out?
first offer
So, I put an offer on my house yesterday, and I wrote the earnest money check today. I am so scared. If all goes well, closing will be November 5th. This is going to be the longest month of my entire life.
This was the house I was attempting to buy:
UPDATE: Ultimately, it was bought out from under me by the owner of Talbott Street nightclub, who realized that anyone living there was going to object to the noise and traffic from the nightclub he was about to open, so he bought it as a pre-emptive strike. Good idea; I would have been really pissed off had I been right next door.
emotional roller coaster
This week has been a roller coaster, that’s for certain. It sucks that the week I started to looking for a house to buy (what, I didn’t mention that before?) all of this happened, so I’ve gone from feelings about the WTC (anger, grief, passion) to feelings about taking such a big personal leap (nausea, fear, elation, daydreaming).
This is the first house I looked at – on September 11th, 2001.
And this is a house I looked at on the 18th and 19th of September.
weird happy
The whole week has been…. weird and sweet, and, kinda happy in that weird way that happy has happened lately. After last week, with the depression and unhappiness going on… any relief has been good. I realize that much of my unhappiness was self-wrought… I could’ve dealt with it much more matter-of-fact-ly than I did. But I’m so used to being frugal and self-denying that I went overboard, really. That was pretty stupid: I don’t really have to anymore. Old habits die hard.
I bought ‘Sex in the City” the first season, after I watched the second. It might be good to watch them in order: I’ll make sure every one else does. Dan and Doug are moving this weekend. I don’t know whether to offer to help or try to stay out of the way.
Here’s a tip, though; don’t watch two seasons of “Sex in the City” right after watching the whole first season of “Queer As Folk.” Too, too much sex to see all at one time.
window air conditioner stolen
So, yes, my window air conditioner really was stolen, although thankfully, nothing else was. I’ve had many interactions with the police over the last few days.
Also, I found out that the guy who owns my house moved out because he had two burglaries. Which doesn’t make me want to move out. It makes me want to sit a home with a shotgun saying “c’mon, mother fuckers. I dare you to steal my stuff.”
Fourth of July Party
Party went well. Stacy made a ton of food. We set off tons of fireworks, too. Not everyone came that I hoped would, but oh well.
And they blew up Market Square Arena this morning, too. I know that there’s history to the place and all, but it was a really ugly building with uncomfortable seating.