Mixed bag.

[kiya]

Today was heralded with stress dreams. Or sort of a big complicated stress dream about all this dealing with getting the house fixed up. I haven't slept well the last few days, so this was sort of the pinnacle of the not-sleep-wellness. I don't even have the sort of windows that would have spider nests in them, let alone that size. Not that this house stuff is getting to me or anything.

Managed to get to the train and into the town utterly uneventfully to meet folks for the run through Tomb. Wound up, essentially, playing katamari with most of my social group, slowly accumulating as we rolled through Best Buy. teinedreugan got the first season of Dangermouse. (Thundercats has a season and a half out, and the first half of season two has one of those holographic position-changing covers on it, and this is ... yeah, the sort of thing it oughta have.) Tomb was amusing, cheesy fun.

I picked up what is probably the best possible oil diffuser for my shrine that plausibly exists. Resin, but decent quality resin, and not painted with the sort of half-assed colour palette that most resin stands are -- the three feline figures are black and weathered green with golden highlights, like old bronze. So the shrine is pretty much set in form now, at least until I get statues.

Then many of us went out for tapas, and there was much good and varied food and a few strange things. (I didn't like the undertone flavor in the oil in the octopus; I did not try the octopus itself.) We were many and mighty and well fed and demonstrated that doing an 'everyone orders something and we all pass them around' produces fewer leftovers the more people are involved once again.

We have rearranged the ladder again so I can continue painting. With luck this morning's bad dream about the painting will be the end of that and I won't get more additional paint-related stress.

I have the empty, hollow ache in my belly again. (Yes, the one you're thinking of, suzimoses.) I don't know how to deal with that right now. At all.

I don't have time to write.

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[larksdream]

What's going on with the house?

[kiya]

We want to move. (I want to move very badly.) This requires doing things like packing our books and finishing tasks we started and never got done (because half-done is much worse than never started for selling houseness) and cleaning and getting the light in the bathroom fixed.

And getting the leak in the basement fixed, which is now done as of, like, fifteen minutes ago.

I didn't realise the work on the subject was getting to me to quite that level until the stress dreams ....

[larksdream]

You guys are staying local, though? (Out of curiosity, why do you want to move that badly?)

And yeah, moving is a royal pain, but getting a house ready for sale is even more so. Ugh!

[kiya]

Yeah, we're hoping to move to Woburn or the vicinity thereof.

Well, to start out with, this area is, as ardaniel put it, the social isolation capital of the region; for how close to Boston it is, it's annoying to get to and hard to get people in to visit.

While I like the area in the abstract -- I like being able to walk to the Bay, I like being able to get fresh bread from the bakery a block away, and so on -- I dislike the busy-ness of the street we're on. I'm moderately agitated by the frequency of police cars settled across the street with their lights going into my window, I hate the fact that one of my neighbours thinks that a good response to an upset child is to scream for a half hour.

I want more yard space. I don't want to have kids here.