I'm alive and I saw Mexico!

And my Mom and I approve.

*slinking back in quietly*

Okay.
Update on the sadly M.I.A. Tai.

I'm alive. I successfully moved. I'm still in Victoria.

I cut my hair. Short.

I am still working at the same place I was before AND I can still walk to work from my new place.

Uh...that's it, really. There's been no explosions, crashing trees or car chases since you last heard from me. And we all know how unusual THAT is!

And I'm wishing you all VERY well!

Moving.

Again.

Yep, that's me. On the move.

This is the third time in 3 years. I hope I don't need to move again. It's not that I mind, exactly. But that unsettled feeling of "I hope I like where I'm going to live" I could live without.

When I moved to Victoria from Vancouver, I got rid of most of my stuff, so now I'm having to restock.

It's interesting to discover that my taste has changed quite a bit.

While furniture of pine and particle board used to be okay, I've discovered that I want antiques and solid wood furnishings. (Not to mention, a lovely 'chair-and-a-half'.)

So now I'm 'antiquing' (which I don't believe is a word) and scouring auctions. And it's working! I've found some very nice pieces (you see??? I'm using the word 'pieces' to describe furniture. The world may be coming to an end.)

Here's a good example. My Dad recently gave me a lovely end table. It's very nice.
As the picture (which isn't identical, but close enough) shows, it's a nice little table.

It's a Duncan Phyfe. Which is good. So maybe I inherit my furniture taste from my Dad. I don't know. All I know is, my new place is a hodge-podge right now. And I haven't even moved into it yet!

Books!

Thanks to Kimber for the new (and lovely) bookshelf widget off the left!

Quick, get one of your own!

No one expected the comfy chair.

In preparation for my move, I bought myself a VERY comfy reading chair.

It's a 'chair and a half', and it's snuggle level is an 11 on a scale of 1-5.

I may never leave it.

The depth! The breadth! The sheer cushiness!

If I had but one wish, it would be that everyone had a chair this cozy along with all the books they could read to sustain them for all their days.

That and room (chair?) service.

Bad bad blogger.

Well, it's true. I've been quite recalcitrant as of late. I don't have anything to excuse my behaviour either.

Though I'll try.

I'm going to be moving, so that's taking up some time.
Going through my old books and thinning them out. It's surprising how many books I've accumulated over the years. Books I don't read or use for reference any more. Books I read once and rolled my eyes at and set aside still clog my shelves (and the countless boxes) and I wonder why I've bothered carting them around all these years.

I do re-read books. In fact, most of the books I really cherish I've read at least a dozen times over the years and I never tire of them. Very often I'll be perusing my shelves and think, "It's been over a year since I read that...." and down it comes, off from the bookcase to snuggle in my lap for another go 'round.

It's the books I won't read again that I've been lugging about. I recently took a box in to the local second hand bookstore and they actually gave me fifty dollars for all those old books that didn't merit a second glance.

Now that's a good deal.

Of course, I probably spent over $150 dollars accumulating them over the years, but it's still a profit. For years I've had them, using them if I needed them, (and it's been years since I did) so I had my monies worth.

At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

And it's such a freeing feeling. Those things that I thought I needed to be tied to for all those years no longer weigh me down, no longer demand my attention though I'm hard pressed now to say why they ought to have in the first place.

~Whew~

I've never been a pack rat. In fact, striving against it has always been very important to me. That being said, I still have many near and dear things that I'll never give away for love or money.

My sword, for one.
Though it's not really mine, I'm merely holding it for someone 'til they collect it.
And Ted E. Bear. He's been around since time immemorial and he will remain that way if I have anything to do with it.

So there are things I will never part with. (Except when they molder...like that crow's wing I had. It moldered. To dust. Sorry Spider, I held on to it as long as I could!)

So that's it, so far. Moving and clearing.
But I'm still HERE.
As far as that goes.

Until I start moldering.

I'm having too much fun to blog!

I AM around...but I've had no urge to blog about anything of late.
Certainly, I have had (more than) my fair share of fun and amazing experiences that are blog worthy. Also some crappy things that could be complained about.
And definitely some strange things, too. My life wouldn't truly belong to me unless something strange was going on.

Oh! And I'm another year older! Say hello to 36!

So there you have it. I'm having a fun and interesting life and as a result, I'm too tired to blog about it.

Take care all! I'm reading you!

Here in spirit.

I AM still around, but my blogging time has been dramatically curtailed as of late. (They actually want me to work at work. Go figure!)

So know that I'm popping in on occasion and forgive me for my absence!



(The handsome beast to the right is Bentley, he is sorely missed.)