Update

Some people don't know what's been going on in my life. Mostly, I'm not sure either.

Mark and Heather have all but invited me to live with them. I can stay over at their place while I'm in town, being at my jobs and things. So, now I have two places to stay, and still no home of my own. But then, I'm home to myself, so that's ok.

Tonight, Heather and Mark are over at Mark's mother's house, having Passover. I wonder if Heather is going to have to ask the questions.

Otherwise, on the moving thing, all the major furniture got moved to Wes' house last night. I still have a lot of crap to pick up around here and cleaning to do. After I finish writing this entry, I am going to get the rest of the cats' stuff and meet Wes at Waffle House to give it to him so he can take it to his house.

Schedule as I know it so far:
Tomorrow through Friday morning, Nanny
Friday evening, 5-dinner rush, Milano
Saturday, 11-5 Milano
Sunday, 12-5 Milano
Monday, ???
Tuesday all day and Wednesday morning, Nanny.
Thursday all day and Friday morning, Nanny.

Other things going on:

My car, part 1. It has been in the shop twice in two weeks now, has a new temp sensor, a new hose in the coolant system, a new battery, and a new alternator.

My car, part 2. People hit me lately.

I was delivering a pizza a couple of weeks ago, and pulling my car out into busy rush-hour traffic. I had the people in the right lane stopped to let me through (the light in front of them was red) and I was a few inches into the lane I was trying to pull into as I was trying to see the oncoming traffic. A car seemed to come out of nowhere. I was aware of a bang, a flash of gray, I didn't see where the car went, but it kept going. I pulled into the traffic and through the next light, and saw no wreck. I pulled up into an empty street (through the Olympic Park) and checked my car for damage. There was a scratch across the front bumper. I went back to work, thinking, ok, whatever.

The next week, I was making a left hand turn in the right left-turn lane, and an suv on my left decided they wanted to go forward instead of left and hit the side of my car. Cracked the left rear quarter panel, but it is made of plastic and nothing else was damaged. I examined the damage in the parking lot across from the intersection, but the SUV kept going.

Saturday, I got a postcard from the Atlanta police saying I had "information" about a hit-and-run on March 8, and would I call them.
Tuesday, I did so. The officer said the other car (supposedly) also left the scene (at least I wasn't missing that bit) and filed a report later with the police department, claiming I pulled out and hit them (the impact point with my car is on the right corner, so, by my interpretation, they hit ME). The guy said his car was totaled . The police officer talked to both of us, said she couldn't discern anything for their purposes, because we had both left the scene. Said she would send us each other's information and we could sue each other and I should call my insurance company.

I am just glad I'm not going to be arrested.

I called my mother (who works for my insurance agent) and told her what had happened. I told her that she was allowed to disavow all knowledge of my existence if she wanted to. At my level of debt and income and with all I possess, this guy will get nothing, even if he won. It would be a good excuse to declare bankruptcy.

Today, I talked to a former insurance adjuster who said that, given the facts, the court probably would not take someone seriously who said that the plastic bumper of a Saturn totaled his car without taking any damage itself.

I really kind of feel sorry for the guy. But if he does sue, and the court rules in his favor, I'm going to be calling the Saturn people with this story.

My car, part 3. My roommate is trying to buy my other car, but I haven't heard from him recently.

He moved in with his new girlfriend, of whom I know nothing. He wants to know what is the total he owes on the car so maybe he can refinance it himself. I said he was welcome to go right ahead and do so. And I think it's about $5,400 he owes.

If he does that, I'll be ahead about $2,200 and can look into using some of that as a down payment on a motorcycle, I hope.

Declarations of self. I am still trying to establish myself as myself, for myself.

I went to an SCA meeting tonight, mostly because I had to return the hand truck I borrowed, but also got to see the young man (23, GaTech grad student) who was so helpful in moving yesterday. I enjoyed dancing, and I think it's time to go back there, if I can. After all, it's almost time for Foole's Warre again.

I need to find a coven. I want to learn yoga. I want to keep trying to do art. I'm trying to build a web site, although, like everything else, it's going quite slowly. Hopefully, it will be useful in helping me find future jobs, if I actually get it up and running.

Declarations of others. I still love Stan.

I know all the things I've said and others have said. I can only encourage him to a) become single and b) take a good look at my life and who I am and decide if he really wants to be a part of that.

I can't imagine not being weird. I can't imagine trying to raise kids by teaching them to conform to the 'normal' world. I imagine myself with kid(s) and taking them to Sevenanda or Junkman's Daughter. I imagine dressing them up for SCA. I imagine them thinking me in black eyeliner is normal.

I can't imagine not being innocent. I don't think nudity is wrong. I don't understand the labels that I seem to have, such as bisexual, as being related to the world of lust and craven depravity that was described to me as what the perverts did when I was a 'good Baptist girl.'

But all that is a much longer entry for another day. Time to go to Waffle House and meet Wes now.