Going mobile

I drove Eric to a follow-up visit with his surgeon this afternoon. The doctor seemed pleased with his recovery so far. He removed Eric's bandage and told him he was fit for duty, so long as he didn't try to do too much.

It's been almost a week since Eric's surgery. Today I told him, "no offense" — but I'm looking forward to being home again. I miss my space, but I miss my neighborhood the most. Eric's apartment is not really convenient to anything unless you have a car. Because I'm here to take care of him, I haven't been getting out much anyway.

But I've got one more stop before I head home. Tomorrow evening I'm helping Doug M. set up Christmas decorations at the Spy Museum and crashing at his place afterwards. My plan is to catch an early train home Wednesday morning.

I've agreed to house sit for Christian and John this weekend (they have two dachshunds), so I'll probably head back into the wilds of Virginia to get a sense of the routine before they head out.

All this carpet-bagging really drives home (no irony intended) that most of the stuff in my apartment isn't really all that necessary. I'd like to be rid of it, but I can't just toss it. Part of my brain insists that it must have "value" and that I might be able to realize some of that.

But that takes work. Cue self-recrimination re: self-discipline. I need to put that in some boilerplate.

I think I'm going to cut my cable internet in favor of DSL (dropping my internet bill from $60/mo to about $15/mo) and I'm going to see if I can peddle my Bose stereo system on Craigslist or something. I paid $1,000 for it about two years ago. Maybe I can recoup some of that. All I ever do with it is play DVDs and hook up my iPod to it. A $100 speaker system hooked up to my laptop can play all my music for me and I can hook the laptop up to the television to play DVDs whenever I want. I'll also need a rolling television stand so I can wheel the thing out of the way when I'm not using it, which is most of the time.

Memento

Eric and I saw Memento tonight. Neither of us had seen it before, or, at least, we didn't remember seeing it before. :-)

Very reminiscent of my recent pot haze, what with the no short term memory and all. I enjoyed that insight, the feeling that I understood a little better.

It's a very twisty movie. I'm still not sure what I've seen. Kudos to the writer.

K6

Because I didn't go backpacking this past weekend, I could accept Doug M.'s invitation to join him and his friends for a performance of the Kinsey Sicks. It was lots of fun — I want all of their albums!

Afterwards, we went to Dupont Italian Kitchen for dinner, where I choked on a bit of ravioli. I discreetly tried to swallow the damn thing, but it continued to be lodged in my throat. Eyes watering and face red, I finally managed to cough it up on my plate, stopping all conversation around the table. I managed to gasp out an apology and sip some water.

So. Saturday night: drag-capella beauty shop quartet, and choking on pasta. Go me.

Oh, and as I drove into the parking lot of Eric's apartment that night, I spotted three deer wandering the grounds, which surprised me because this area is not in any way rural. I think I remember seeing some headline in the paper about deer moving into suburbia, although I didn't read the article. I guess this is an indication that it's true.