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Plans are breezing about to possibly move into a house within roughly six weeks, and a four-bedroom house at that.  It also has a pool, a small dog door (not for unsupervised use because it leads to the pool and I’m doubtful the old lady can swim), an attached garage, a window seat (a childhood dream!), and no washer/dryer or refrigerator.  That means we’d have all-new, pretty, energy-efficient major appliances we chose ourselves, and pay a few thousand dollars for the privilege.  Other negatives: no windows in the dining room and the kitchen window looks into the sun room and not to the outside world, the master bathroom has a shower stall instead of a tub, and the closets are fairly small.

And the time frame puts it in the middle of 110 degree heat, not a good time for moving.  In fact, I recall telling friends who moved in August last year, “You guys are idiots.  It’s too hot to move.  Wait another month at least.”  If it actually happens, I plan to do the lifting and carrying after dark, when it cool off to the 80s, if we’re lucky.

I finished off a tub of cottage cheese with fresh strawberries, then opened a bag of salt & vinegar potato chips.  Normally I’m not a big fan of chips and yet these sounded so good and I ate a few handfuls.  On my way home from some errands I stopped at the store to buy more cottage cheese and I ate another bowl with strawberries.  I’ll probably have it again for breakfast tomorrow.

I will be attending a Tacky Prom this coming Saturday, complete with dinner at a pseudo-fancy restaurant and slightly awkward slow-dancing to Boys II Men and Journey.  I’ll be making corsages and boutonnieres for the attendees, matching them to their dates, of course.  I bought floral wire and tape at Michaels tonight and small bouquet of miniature roses to test out my techniques.  Making an attractive clump of flowers is the easy part — I’m still working on attaching them to the wrist in a sturdy and appealing manner.  Hopefully some of the women will want a pinned corsage rather than a wristlet.

I’ll be wearing one of my mom’s old formal dresses from circa 1961.  It’s not tacky in and of itself, but it’s pretty wrinkly from being folded up in a cardboard box for years, plus it’s somewhat unflattering in an authentic vintage kind of way.  It’s really fun to be able to wear into something she used to wear a long time ago.  (Yes, it’s “a long time ago”, especially in terms of fashion.)  I feel ike when Kate Hudson wore one of Goldie Hawn’s gowns to a premiere decades later.  I discovered that there are a couple other dresses in that box labeled ‘Costumes’ that I could actually wear in a non-costume sense.  One black one is especially pretty, and especially painful as I squeeze myself into the bodice and get stabbed by pointy bits of boning.  I’m going to look into how much it would cost for a professional to install a new lining.

I went to a rec league hockey game tonight to show my support, reading my book when #46 wasn’t on the ice (ok, and even sometimes when he was). I went to quite a few games last summer and fall, and they seemed somehow faster back then. I realized tonight that I’ve watched plenty of NHL games this season and it’s hard to go back to regular person fun-time hockey. These dudes are so uncoordinated, slow, fumbling with the puck and once in awhile actually completing a pass or swiping at a puck that meanders toward the net. It struck me how astounding NHL goalies are in their ability to stop the puck. Tonight?  All around, not so impressive.

I paid a few bills online (insurance, vehicle registration, credit card) and did some online shopping as well. All told, I’m approximately 900 dollars less wealthy, and I won’t have to think about insurance for another six months or registration until next year. Good old money, providing me with goods and services.