Once, and again

For the third time today, I'm sitting down writing on this thing. I don't have anything to say right now; I'm just in the mood to jabber, and no one's on any IM.

The second time I sat down to this today is turning into a longish essay. I hope I'll finish it tomorrow, post it then.

We just had mother's day festivities, here. I feel a little strange about that, and I'm not sure why. Everything was very nice, with my mother and her mother both here. I guess I feel sort of distant from things today.

I'm going to be moving my dad's storage this month. He's currently got three separate storage units, for a total of 360 sq. feet of storage. For some reason, no one ever checked the availability of alternative units at that storage place. They have a number of 560 sq. foot units available, renting for just about the same price as dad's paying for 360 sq. feet.

The situation has been ridiculous, since the work on my house is somewhat hampered by the fact that the pre-existing core of it that we're building around was storage before, and we haven't been able to remove all the stuff that's in there. I mean, I could actually be living in part of my house already if we could shift that stuff.

The construction is coming along. Slowly, of course, but it's coming along. I'll have a good place to practice in a couple of weeks. Finally.

In other news, I think I need a haircut again.