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  <title>Mother of Re-Invention</title>
  <subtitle>k2daisy</subtitle>
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  <updated>2025-12-26T13:08:02Z</updated>
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    <title>ok, onward to the next part</title>
    <published>2025-12-26T13:08:02Z</published>
    <updated>2025-12-26T13:08:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Christmas was harder and sadder than I was expecting. I watched a string of old Christmas movies, and Pluribus, and in the middle of one of them -- maybe Home Alone? -- just completely broke down in hard, racking sobs. Fucking grief always manages to kick me in new ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my husband bought a pile of thoughtful gifts, and filled my stocking with scratchies, and made us kielbasa and kapusta and yummy little pierogis. My only task was to wash the dishes afterward. I needed the break.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's over and I am off to work today. Work will consume most of my free time and thinking time for the next week, as I work a bunch of extra shifts to cover for an injured co-worker, and have to take down my Christmas booth in between all of that. This will be good for me, I need my mind on something else than my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, it's time to go get ready. Enjoy the time off, regular worker bees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=k2daisy&amp;ditemid=600775" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-01-01:2691256:592151</id>
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    <title>my job is weird</title>
    <published>2025-08-31T23:10:20Z</published>
    <updated>2025-08-31T23:10:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">My nephew bailed on tomorrow's cookout (thinks he has COVID from the Oasis concert) and honestly, I am relieved. I was going to have to do a bunch of housework to get ready and now I don't have to! Plus I am really trying to spend as much time as I can pricing and moving out the excess layer of stuff in the house, and it all takes time to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week: &lt;br /&gt;1. Mom's copper pots and molds in the porch. All need some heavy-duty cleaning with a specialty cleaner, and then pricing. (The molds are from a friend, but the pots from Mom will be hard. She rarely used them but I was looking at pictures for the memorial, and realized they hung in every kitchen they ever had. But I can't keep everything, I can't keep everything, I can't keep everything.)&lt;br /&gt;2. The door knobs and other door hardware in two boxes in the office. Bought them from a friend for $7. People pay good money for those crystal knobs! That mostly needs sorting and pricing.&lt;br /&gt;3. The magazines in the office (and basement, tbh) need to be bagged and priced.&lt;br /&gt;4. The big acrylic magazine rack in the garage needs a huge cleaning. I bought it from some dealers who retired, and it is covered in leftover tape pieces from the years and years and years it sat in their ephemera booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe that will take 2 weeks to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Ann, I finally sold that Duran Duran game today! Took a big sale cut for the customer but she was so thrilled to buy it. That always makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=k2daisy&amp;ditemid=592151" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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