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This weekend is both the six year anniversary of my best friend’s death and the 19th anniversary of my mom’s.

I’m not the same person I was before either of those things happened, but I think I need to figure out how to resolve some things in myself about these losses. I’m still a bit stuck.

It seems that the way I want to use this site doesn’t translate well to posting from my phone. That combined with my attempts to avoid a computer outside of work doesn’t align with my interest is posting here more often. I’m making my own problems, it seems.

Watched: Terminator 2: Judgment Day ๐Ÿฟ

This was showing at the local theater today for the 35th anniversary. I still remember being so freaked out by the special effects in the original showing. We opted to sit in the DBox seats today for the first time. I suspect there’s some movie where that adds to the experience, but it seemed like more of a distraction than anything.

It was a good day. Delicious food, stitchy time with friends, phone calls from both kids, kind wishes from several remote friends and a lovely evening with my sweet husband. A nice way to celebrate my birthday.

I prefer the waterfront location of Oregon Health and Science University. This is a different view of Portland than I usually see.

(The mammogram was definitely less pleasant than the view.)

A cityscape features modern high-rise buildings with balconies, a tree-lined street with vehicles, and a green park area under a clear blue sky.

Nearly there.

Sheesh, moving is hard. We’re so close to having everything out of my sister’s house. The painters showed up to start prepping the house and kindly offered to help carry stuff out for us. I might have been willing to offer inappropriate sexual favors to avoid having to carry another 30 or so heavy boxes down the stairs today so I was grateful they offered first.

My sister is the most organized person I know. She’s the most organized person most people know. The number of times someone has said it’s too bad they can’t be like or marry someone like Val is not small. No one has ever said this about me. When we pulled a dresser away from the wall, I realized I was surprised to see dust on the baseboard in Val’s house.

With how quickly they found a new place after unexpectedly deciding to move, there just wasn’t time to prepare. Helping my incredibly organized sister move when she hasn’t had time to pack is interesting. She uses containers to organize things. Containers in containers often. Her house is always clean and welcoming. Are containers the secret I’ve been missing all my life? Ha!

Anyhow, I’m tired and grateful to be here.

It was another long day of moving, but the end is in sight. This new home is going to be lovely once they get themselves settled.

If I ever move again, I might just start by hiring one of those people to stand at the nearest corner with a big “Closing sale! Everything must go!” sign. That might just be my aching feet talking though.

The movers are here to help with all the bulky/heavy things. Having furniture at the new house will make moving the remaining stuff a lot easier. We’re all tired and sore which makes moving anything difficult.

I’m down in Santa Clara for a week helping my sister and her family move. Being a helper allows one to see all the emotions involved in the process, not just the work. It’s a lot no matter how you look at it.

I got to see LCD Soundsystem last night with Matt and Sam. It was a great concert and the weather was excellent. The smoke cleared out just in time.

A band is performing on stage in front of a large crowd at an outdoor event. A large crowd watches a brightly lit stage during an outdoor nighttime concert.

I let my prescription run out so I’ve been miserable all day, but seeing this at the local bakery after getting my refill makes everything brighter.

Two ripe tomatoes are placed on a white plate in front of a sign that announces BLT is BACK! with a drawing of tomatoes.

Half of my life

I have been a mother for exactly half of my life as of today.

As you’d expect, this is easily the most impactful event shaping who I am and how I perceive the world. I am so grateful that I get to watch my children continue growing as lovely, considerate, amazing humans alongside the lovely, considerate, amazing human that made me a mother to begin with.

We’re at the airport heading back to Oregon. Saying “I don’t want my vacation to end” doesn’t quite capture the emotion. This has been a good reminder of both who I am and how I’d like to be spending more of my time.

Getting away from home sometimes is good for you, apparently. Ha!

These ships really are something. Seeing them together seems like a trip back in time.

We had dinner with Ally and her shipmates this evening. Nice to get to know everyone just a little bit.

Well, this was incredible. Seeing Ally’s ship come into view was the most excited I’ve been in a long while. Look how beautiful she is!

The two closest pizza places close at 5 am and 6 am respectively. Hello Brooklyn.

Another sign I’m not at home: there are police everywhere.