For the curious
Sep. 29th, 2011 03:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe book launch went okay last night, thanks for asking. Something on the order of fifteen people, which felt thin but not embarrassing; and they did buy books, yay. I think I knew them all, but we have established long since that I really have no audience beyond my friends, so hey.
Today is not going so well, but I'll survive it. I just wish I could get this book rolling; it seems to be all corners at the moment.
Going to go out in the lovely sun now. Today, the doctor; tomorrow the dentist. One little thing at a time.
I keep looking at things in the house and thinking "I wonder, does one take [item] with one, when one emigrates? Or replace as needed over there?" The items in question range from little tupperware spice-containers to desktop computers, and I find myself equally baffled every time. I've just no idea, what's sensible and what is stupid, to take or to leave behind. And then I get all anxious about culture-shock, and wonder what I shall do for lamb's kidneys and proper sausages and Marmite. (Actually, if I take a jar of Marmite it'll probably last me to the end of my days, for I never think to eat it; but, y'know. It's the principle of the thing.)
[EtA: one of my friends last night offered to adopt the boys, to save the hassle of moving them across the Atlantic. Oddly, they are almost the only thing it has never occurred to me to leave behind.]
Today is not going so well, but I'll survive it. I just wish I could get this book rolling; it seems to be all corners at the moment.
Going to go out in the lovely sun now. Today, the doctor; tomorrow the dentist. One little thing at a time.
I keep looking at things in the house and thinking "I wonder, does one take [item] with one, when one emigrates? Or replace as needed over there?" The items in question range from little tupperware spice-containers to desktop computers, and I find myself equally baffled every time. I've just no idea, what's sensible and what is stupid, to take or to leave behind. And then I get all anxious about culture-shock, and wonder what I shall do for lamb's kidneys and proper sausages and Marmite. (Actually, if I take a jar of Marmite it'll probably last me to the end of my days, for I never think to eat it; but, y'know. It's the principle of the thing.)
[EtA: one of my friends last night offered to adopt the boys, to save the hassle of moving them across the Atlantic. Oddly, they are almost the only thing it has never occurred to me to leave behind.]