My coteacher threw me a going away party this afternoon. It was actually really nice– a bunch of teachers talking teaching (and other things, but mostly teaching) and drinking wine and eating cake.
She lives in Algodones, about 30 minutes north of Albuquerque. The town is situated along the Rio Grande. The cottonwoods are seeding right now, and little balls of cotton fluff fell from the trees outside and settled in the grass. It was very sweet and dreamy. They also fell and settled in my car because I left the windows open. That was not so sweet and dreamy.
My parents and my brother are at the rehearsal dinner for a wedding that's happening tomorrow afternoon. I didn't really want to go anyway, but they'd left by the time I got home, so I didn't have to convince anyone that an evening with my brother's friends is not my idea of a good time. Plenty of that tomorrow at the wedding, which should be fun and at the very least will give me an opportunity to wear the gorgeous shirt I got at Dorothy Perkins in London.
My mom is having a brainstorm about storing my stuff. I was just going to get a storage unit, like any normal person. I wanted to do that like a month ago, so that I could move things a little at a time. But my mother, the maker of all decisions, thinks a storage unit it too expensive. Sooo, she talked about getting a Tuff Shed and setting it up in their yard. That was also deemed too expensive. The new brainstorm is that I will store everything I'm not taking (I got rid of almost all of the furniture, so it's just books and tchotchkes and teaching materials and things) in those big Rubbermaid storage tubs and put it in the crawl space. What is a crawl space? It is like a mini basement cellar thing, only ickier. The only access is through a trap door thingy outside, and it's about 4 feet high in there, with no lights or ventilation. It will be hard to put things there and hard to retrieve them. My parents are insane. Aren't everyone's, though?
Eh.
BTW- Lost and Found is on TV tonight!
