I didn't really want a blog. I was just sick of posting as "anonymous."
Who's your Daddy? Here's Mine. (Sun 24 Jun 07)
It's official. My father is going to move into my apartment (which is cleverly disguised as a house). We're leaving for Chicago on Friday; he'll start moving in either Friday or Saturday. I think he'll be a good roommate; he's quite busy, so he won't be around much, and I get along with him just fine. The most difficult part will probably be the bathroom, as I do have only one of those. The most difficult part in the meantime, however, will be rearranging the house to get most of the stuff out of this room that I am in, the computer/play room. I have a good general idea of how to condense/rearrange, but when you add that into Trip Preparations it gets rather mottled. As a related aside, this will not be the first occurrence of my father coming to stay with me for a short time. It first happened when I was 19, with a young Torrin precisely Mira's age (four and a half years ago) as I was still living with Torrin's dad -- barely. My father's departure was very closely followed by that of Torrin's dad, after which so began the Mason Saga.
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Blogger is where I pretend that I have more free time than I do. If I'm posting, I probably should be doing something else. Like, actually working at work. We have 3 to 6 kids on any given day, half of which to whom I have given birth; and 4 cats, none of which I personally birthed.