Gretta Bartels, Jon Nowitz, and Elliott Cook
8529 Caroline Ave. N.
Seattle, WA 98103
As of today, we officially live at the new house. Mountain Movers are great. Way, way better than Starving Students, who I used last time, several years ago.
The housewarming party will be three weeks from today, on the 25th (not the 18th as previously advertised). Invitations forthcoming.
No DSL for at least a week, so I'll have to play all my web flash games and check the latest polls at work this week, and I dunno, unpack or something while I'm at home.
The windstorm seems to be making trees drop branches on the roof of the old house... I guess if we're going to get a hole in the roof, the day we move out is as good a time as any.
I hate when I'm the one who makes the date slip.
That is all.
My divorce is scheduled to be final on September 22nd, and I'm going back to my birth name of Gretta Elizabeth Bartels.
This is going to be a huge pain, but it's important to me, so I'm just going to grit my teeth and do it.
It feels unlikely that I will ever change my name again, even if/when I marry again. Name changing, I have decided, is not a good idea.
It looks like it is possible to rename an LJ account for $15, so I'll probably do that.
I haven't researched renaming my Google account yet. I'm afraid it might be a nightmare.
Then there's the social security administration, my driver's license, all my bank and brokerage accounts, my checks and credit cards, various bills, magazine subscriptions... ugh, it goes on and on.
FUN POLL: I can actually get the judge to change my name to anything... I wouldn't have to go back to my birth name. Anyone have any good ideas for better names? Remember, I'm hoping it'll be permanent and that I'll never change it again... :)
Cross another one off the list. I think most of us have some number of classic books or movies that we've somehow missed - and for which people mock us when we admit the omission. I somehow managed to get to the age of 31 without ever reading or seeing The Wind in the Willows.
Last night, in a fog after spending the weekend with triple the usual number of preschoolers, we rented a movie to get us through the evening. We saw the 1983 stop-motion version of Willows.
I was pleased to discover that The Wind in the Willows and Wuthering Heights, another book I'm embarrassed not to have read in its entirety, are quite unrelated to each other. Because of some perceived similarity in title and subject matter, I have gotten the two mixed up many times. Now that I've seen a stop-motion toad in goggles and a red-and-white-checkered driving suit crash several cars into trees, I don't think I'll make that mistake any more.
And I finally know what people are talking about when they quote Ratty as saying, "There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats."