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evernanon and doug's move to portland went well on saturday. we got them all packed up by about 2pm, then ate lunch at roxy's in fremont, and headed out of town. (glaucon and i first made a ~half hour stop in west seattle to walk and feed my friend L's dog.) all people, pets, vehicles, and objects made it safely to portland (hillsboro, actually), and everything was unloaded by like midnight--with a break for pizza in there, too. there was a late-night acoustic jam session with guitar, mandolin, and rhythm section, then everyone found a place to crash and crashed.
yesterday (sunday) the crew went to NW 23rd ave in portland for an awesome deli lunch. as i was getting dressed, prior to this jaunt, i made an unpleasant discovery. i had packed a nice, lightweight wool sweater i bought last winter, thinking it would be a good layering thing in case the weather was cool...which it was. so i put the sweater on and i was all..."hey! i don't remember that hole under the sleeve. wait, i don't remember that hole either; or that one. shit! my sweater has been eaten by moths!" i am a wool-o-phile, so i'm dreading what i'll probably find when i pull out the rest of my sweaters for an unexpectedly much-needed inspection today.
now i need to research moth control measures. wish i still had that cedar chest my ex-husband gave me...but my asshole ex-boyfriend joe, in vermont, decided to confiscate that in our breakup, as part of my punishment for moving to seattle instead of staying there and squeezing myself into the wife/mother hole in his life. fucker. LOL. i know i sound bitter, but i'm not. i got off cheap. it's just that a cedar chest is the perfect thing to prevent moths without having to use fucking naphthalene. (hmm. apparently they don't use naphthalene for moth balls anymore...)
evernanon and doug's move to portland went well on saturday. we got them all packed up by about 2pm, then ate lunch at roxy's in fremont, and headed out of town. (glaucon and i first made a ~half hour stop in west seattle to walk and feed my friend L's dog.) all people, pets, vehicles, and objects made it safely to portland (hillsboro, actually), and everything was unloaded by like midnight--with a break for pizza in there, too. there was a late-night acoustic jam session with guitar, mandolin, and rhythm section, then everyone found a place to crash and crashed.yesterday (sunday) the crew went to NW 23rd ave in portland for an awesome deli lunch. as i was getting dressed, prior to this jaunt, i made an unpleasant discovery. i had packed a nice, lightweight wool sweater i bought last winter, thinking it would be a good layering thing in case the weather was cool...which it was. so i put the sweater on and i was all..."hey! i don't remember that hole under the sleeve. wait, i don't remember that hole either; or that one. shit! my sweater has been eaten by moths!" i am a wool-o-phile, so i'm dreading what i'll probably find when i pull out the rest of my sweaters for an unexpectedly much-needed inspection today.
now i need to research moth control measures. wish i still had that cedar chest my ex-husband gave me...but my asshole ex-boyfriend joe, in vermont, decided to confiscate that in our breakup, as part of my punishment for moving to seattle instead of staying there and squeezing myself into the wife/mother hole in his life. fucker. LOL. i know i sound bitter, but i'm not. i got off cheap. it's just that a cedar chest is the perfect thing to prevent moths without having to use fucking naphthalene. (hmm. apparently they don't use naphthalene for moth balls anymore...)
