My plans for today

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• Laundry

• Clean cat box

• Tutor my last student of the term at 1 PM (number theory, and find out how her analysis final went) This is about half-done, since it turns out her final got rescheduled, so we're meeting again tomorrow.

• Maybe stop by the Glenwood and celebrate that I'm done tutoring for a bit and drop hints that I'd like more hours now that I've got all the free time Um, cancel that until I'm ACTUALLY done with my student, ok?

• Clean the table in the living room, which is kind of out of control

• Start packing to move (we get the keys to the new place on Friday or Saturday, but since I'm working on Saturday and can't be helpful then I'd better be useful before that)

• Updated to add: Make hummus. Done! And deliciously so, I might add.

• Updated to add: Pay for health insurance for the month of June (oops; I just found the bill in the living room table mess)

And now, a story about the last time Peter and I moved:

So in March of 2002, I finished my last class at UCI, thereby finally completing my Mudd graduation requirements. Peter and I had been living in Laguna Beach, which was nice, but both of us wanted to get the hell out of Southern California, and to make sure we did, Peter applied only to grad schools in other states (the deal being that I'd follow him to grad school for at least two years since he'd hung around for an extra two years of So. Cal while I finised Mudd). We knew Peter had been accepted by the University of Oregon and had until April 15 to accept or reject that offer, but were still waiting on some other schools.

By the morning of April 15, the school decision was down to U. of Oregon and NYU, where Peter was on the waitlist. To confuse matters more, we adopted our neighbors' cat Otis a few days before the 15th (Jared and Rachel had just found out that they were going to be the parents of twins in a few months, so they were moving, but couldn't take Otis with them... and I said, "Of course I'll adopt your cat!" not thinking about the fact that we were moving soon ourselves). My parents agreed to watch Otis for the summer, in the hopes that Peter would end up at NYU and they'd be able to give him back to us in the fall.... mwa ha ha! Now it remained to move and get the cat to my parents in New Jersey.

It came down to the time change between NYU and U. of Oregon. At 2 PM on April 15, Peter called NYU one last time to ask what the status of the people on their waitlist was. They said, "Looks like we've had too many people accept our offers to take anybody off the waitlist," and he thanked them and called the U. of Oregon to say, "Yep, I'm coming."

We'd booked a U-Haul with Eugene as our final destination, thinking we could change the reservation if NYU worked out, but instead we went ahead as planned: to Eugene. Just for the record, the Apocalypse Now approach to road trips ("never get off the boat") is not the best of ideas when there's a screaming, disoriented cat in your traveling party. Really, I'm just telling this story as a reminder to myself that no matter how much I hate moving, at least I won't be trapped in a truck with Iggy Pop for longer than a few minutes, instead of 24+ hours, like we were with poor Otis (who, after his long ordeal, is now my parents' cat in New Jersey, where he gets to terrorize squirrels and complain about the weather to his little kitty heart's content).

Okay, enough digressions. Time to do some laundry, I guess.