(Note: this post was supposed to go up yesterday but since I’ve been dipped in the wax of chaos and lit aflame with a sulfuric flick of the time-consuming match, I didn’t get to it… but yes, busy. Now: post)
The BOBTown is completely moved out… or at least I’m completely moved out of BOBTown. With Toast’s help Tuesday we played Tetris with some furniture and crammed the AutoShare van full with the 70’s yellow flower sofa and chair, then stacked the disassembled futon bits within the remaining space. A jaunt over to the Parliament Sally Ann and the materials were received. One girl who was volunteering there took one look at the sofa and chair with their wooden spindle arms and had the exact same reaction I did to them: “Oh my god, those are awesome!” She’s actually the first person to have such a reaction to them, and I think her excitement even exceeded my own. We had a 70’s green floral print couch and matching chair when I was younger and I loved that couch, but it was donated to my cousin Shannon one year and after one of her hundreds of moves it was never seen again. This proved to be a perfect supplement, and I was sad to get rid of it. Alas, the space to store it just wasn’t available. Anyway, the girl at the Salvation Army, a college student, said she was totally buying them, having just moved into a new place and needing furniture. She asked if they were in great condition, and I gushed, confirming their awesome comfyness, having only had them for about 5 years, purchased from the Sally Ann in Barrie for about $60 for the pair. A great deal, which hopefully she too gets on them, and enjoys them as much as I did. I’m comforted knowing they’re going to a good home.
Venturing back to BOBTown, Toast and I mustered the gusto and took the out-of-use-for-a-year washing machine, in all it’s heavy awkward glory, down to the van. Toast smacking himself in the face for the second of four times in the evening. That poor man, with his crushed hands and dinged-up face… I owe him more than just dinner and a few freebie giveaway comics and movies for all his pain and suffering. The mattress was forced into the van in awkward contortions (when the mattress was moved into the house it managed to catch onto a cord and rip a power socket out of the wall) where lamps and other assorted remnants were placed on top. The dining table couldn’t make it down the stairs without the legs removed, and I forgot to bring a screwdriver or drill, and with Jeremy not home, I didn’t know if he had anything around, so a third trip was necessary to complete the journey.
But it’s done.
Now we have one mattress and dining table too many at NoYo, but eventually Aden’s parents will take those away, and my sister will take her junk (it’s not really junk) and then our basement will be, oh, 2% cleaner.
to my brother from another mother, Ryan. Aden is getting her first dose of Thunder Bay where my man lives in two days, and I’m really looking forward to the trip. It’ll be five days of cramped visitation time, but it’ll be a nice change of pace from everything else that’s been keeping me fed and tied as of late.
speaking of which
When I get back from Thunder Bay, I’ll have one day to settle back in before upheaval hits again… why?
That’s why. I’m covering the Toronto After Dark Film Festival for CHUD.com (where I also write reviews for Thor’s Comic Column). I was actually approached to cover the Fest for this site alone, and as much as I’m sure the dozen (or two) readers who actually bother with my missives would appreciate, I don’t think that small amount of coverage is really worth the time… so I approached CHUD about it and they gave it all systems go.
Should be a blast.
(get it, blast… exhaust… never mind)
but wait… there’s more
I was also asked if I wante to cover another festival this week:
Indie Week Toronto Music Festival which kicks off tomorrow, unfortunately… well, see above… too much going on and not enough me.
Looks like interesting times. If you have the time give Indie Week a go.
With Adrienne at her wedding shower (I know the timeline is off) last night I was anticipating a “stepson and me” bonding evening. Unfortunately by the time I got back from the polling station, the wee one had found Uncle B (who lives in the basement) and the two of them were embroiled in secret meeting of the “No Graig’s Club” (not really, but that’s kind of what it felt like) and thus leaving me to my own devices for a while.
I was a little sad to have the carpet of expectations yanked out from under my hopeful feet, and I felt pretty aimless for most of the evening, until I saw my mission as “replacement mommy” whereby I would ensure he had a proper meal and things remained as status quo as when Aden’s around.
A dinner eaten and more Uncle B. time put it, it was bathtime, when B took off, leaving me to do the post-bath ritual and put the little guy to bed. Although I’ve been around for a year now in his life, I’m still not that brushed up on the post-bath routine that Aden does every night he’s here… but no worries, I was guided through.
Storytime first… a “Teen Titans Go” comic. While I’m not anywhere near as good at doing the voices (Aden does a bang-on impersonation of all of the cartoon voices except Cyborg), I did get to have fun with my G.W. Bush and Robert Evans impersonations.
After storytime and teeth brushing, it was time for a cuddle and a song in the rocking chair. It was here that the bonding moment I was looking for occured, when, as my stepson described it, only Aden (and not even his Dad) do the cuddle and the song. Unfortunately I was a little overcome with stage fright and no songs came to mind. I asked for suggestions, so he recieved a lullaby medley of “Twinkle Twinkle” b/w “ABCD”, and then a reprise lullaby of “B-I-N-G-O”. Half asleep he crawled into bed, gave me a hug and said good night, and it’s at that moment that you realize how utterly precious children are, and how much this little guy means to me. Yes, I’m geting sentimental, but you can’t help it when kids are involved.
There… that’s my dose of saccharine all used up for the year.
Because I don’t have enough to do:
the Exploding Head Movies PODCAST!
(it’s going to rock.hard.)