Day 5 - Templo del Sol beckons!

A busy day. Not yet over. And don't want to leave any reader out of the entry.

Up late again because of new crazy neighbors who move shit in at 2 a.m. and yell at each other and drag things and think they're the only people on the planet. They're also apparently squatters, not officially living there. Great.

Up early to go teach last day of GRE prep course. A nice group of kids. Back to graduate division to tie up loose ends. A great place to work.

Lunch with Maria at The Barn, a nice supervisor. Thanks for the present, Maria!

Rushing home to finish some packing up, then Lalo arrived and we started moving shit. "When was the last time we did this?" he asked. "It doesn't seem that long." Yeah, yeah, move that over there! We are a smooth machinery of moving - we are as efficient and low-stress as Jenny and I painting together. It's a beautiful thing.

Then Michele and Robert arrived and helped with the dresser. Four loads to storage. Woo hoo.


Jenny called: "Day five??" Sure, I haven't left yet, and full Templo-ization is still the goal.

Yolanda laughed to see me again. Because who wouldn't.


Lalo had never been to Ikea, which is shocking and alarming to Jenny and me, so I asked if they wanted to go - it sounded to be more fun than packing alone.

Lalo: "Of course!"
Jenny: "Duh!"
So off we went. Lalo had a particularly productive time, and he's quick to becoming an Ikea pro. The evening rounded off nicely with a drive-by (viewing, not stalking).

So here I am, realizing I need to pack like a mad woman to be ready when Pam and Michele get here in about 9 1/2 hours to help me move. But it's all good. I'll upload photos to blog instead.

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Update: Oh, almost forgot.

A favorite moment: Talking about my cool downstairs neighbors (the father was checking in with me about my leaving), I said to Lalo, "Yeah, though I sometimes forget, I really am a white chick, and people don't always know more than that." "That's unfortunate." And of course he meant to the second part, but I think it's funnier to make that allude to the first part. "Yes, unfortunate you were born in the privileged majority of this nation."

Emma is the 18-month-old of the icky downstairs neighbors. But she is a ball of fire. Her mother says, "Emma! Emma! Emma! This way!" and Emma runs the other way just as far as the street, in order to freak her mother out but not to endanger her life. And as her mother gets more and more frustrated, I see an evil little smile on Emma's face. She found Lalo and me completely fascinating and refused to leave us. She even bolted out the door when nobody was looking to watch me go up and down the stairs. And I asked her, "Oh, are you running away?" And I thought, "I would. Run now, little girl. Run and run and run." Who wouldn't want to leave their creepy icky family to be with me and Lalo? We're cool and nice to each other. And since he's both cooler and nicer than me, I'd send her home with him.