Kim Priore

Life at 7 Fairview these days is very dull.  I read other people’s blogs and wish I had something witty to contribute.  My average day lately consists of: sleeping, running errands, drinking coffee, surfing the net, aforementioned random outbursts of crying, more sleeping, and watching movies.  I joined Netflix, this was my big excitement for the day. 

The Emmy’s were a highlight of my week – how did Stephen Colbert lose to Barry Manilow?  I add this to the list of the mysteries in the universe.  As if we needed more evidence that sometimes life is just random and unfair.  In other entertainment news I finally saw Pirates of the Caribbean, and I’m out to steal Orlando away from Deirdre.  It’s my new mission in life.

For those interested, I did finish up my report for Bright Hope, got it printed up all professional-like, and FedExed it off on Monday.  The proposal from the chicken coop people is for a new batch of chickens to replenish the supply.  The new chickens can’t be raised from the existing ones because they lost so many at the beginning that in order to keep up the egg supply, which people have come to count on, they need new chickens.  So we’ll see what happens there.  I’ve discovered that it’s a lot of pressure to try and write when you feel like the protein supply of a couple hundred people is resting on your ability to make a case for it.  Obviously that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but nevertheless, a new kind of pressure for me.  But also it’s weird to have that all over and done with, it’s like, the Haiti trip is really over and I don’t know when the next one will be.  But for now it’s time to switch gears and get back into ivory tower – academic – moving in the halls of power – type of mode.  Ugh.

There’s a lot of cleaning happening here these days, big yard sale happening on the 16th, tell your friends.  Nana’s apartment is being cleaned out in preparation for a friend who’s moving in for a couple of months.  Doug’s room is being cleaned out because he left behind so much crap I can’t even take it and we’re not storing it for 2 years, so out it goes.  I can’t decide if it’s a good feeling to be clearing out the clutter and making a fresh start, or if I just plain hate change.  I think both.  Both can be true…repeat after me…both can be true…this is what you learn in therapy.  Good times.

And why is it 60 and raining at the end of August?  My jean jacket was not due to make an appearance for at least another month, and yet here it lies.  No fair.  At any rate, that about does it for the world’s dullest blog post.  Good night.