the first of december, a bon hiver wednesday

Well, it's the first of December, and hey, BON HIVER, people!!

(Okay, that's an obscure Northern Exposure reference, where people run around and hug each other and yell "Bon Hiver" when they see the first snow of winter, which I did yesterday, in the car on the way to see my therapist.)

It was just a flurry, and it isn't snowing today, but it is quite cold. I love it, although it only makes it that much harder to get up in the morning, because I am snuggled under my wonderful new comforter, and my Real Estate Transactions professor just isn't all that appealing.

I just have to say something, and I don't really know enough about all of it to say anything really intelligent, but I'm going to say something anyway.

I think this whole Pete Rose lifetime-ban thing is ridiculous. I think he's completely right, that what some players do nowadays is ten times worse than betting on games. I'm not condoning what he did, I'm just saying that the punishment does not fit the crime.

And I think it's fitting that he's starting his petition to be reinstated on the same day that Lawrence Taylor -- a member of the football Hall of Fame -- pleads no contest on charges that he TRIED TO BUY CRACK. Pete, you dare to participate in that great American pasttime called wagering? We don't care how stellar your baseball career, get the hell away from us! But LT, you go beat up on a few players, smoke some crack, whatever -- who cares? Off to the Hall of Fame you go!


I am final-izing my apartment today. (I suppose I should say exam-izing, to prevent any confusion as to the fact that it's a made-up term.) To exam-ize my apartment means clearing all the shit off the dining room table that, since I don't have and never have had chairs for it, simply sits up against the wall right inside the door and serves as a depository for all the shit that I ever walk into my apartment with.

Then, I push the couch, chair, and coffee table closer to the television by about three feet. I position the table directly behind the couch, clear out all the shit that has built up under the table and move it to my storage room, then pull the desk chair from the actual desk in my study to the table. I plant my computer, a phone, and a desk lamp on the table, pull my bookshelf from the study to the wall where the table used to sit, and then I study my ass off for the next two weeks.

It's a huge pain in the ass, but it's worth it. It forces me to de-clutterize the living room, which is good because I can't study with clutter around. I also can't study for extended periods of time facing a wall, which is why I don't just sit at the actual desk. Besides that, the desk is narrow, and I like to have a lot of space.

I can't imagine why any of this is interesting to you. Sometimes I get into these fugues where I wonder why on earth anyone reads me. It's usually when I find a new link in the referral logs, and I say, wow, this person likes me enough to link me from their page, and I can't help but wonder why.

It doesn't last very long, though. I suppose I know that I usually write well enough, some days better than others. I thank you for allowing me the odd clunker, such as entries that provide detailed descriptions of furniture rearranging.

My damn best friend Elise is moving from damn Kansas City to damn California with her damn boyfriend six damn months before I'm supposed to be there.


I'm happy for her, really, and I'm not just saying that because I know that in about a month she will learn of this journal and may come back this far to read. She's lived in KC all her life, and I think it's good that she's going off to see what else is out there.

But her timing sucks. You know, I lived in California for over three years. Did she move out there then? Noooo. And I'm finally going back to Kansas City after being away for seven years. And NOW she leaves.

See, it's all about me.

But seriously, the one good thing to come out of this is that I'm now sure that moving back to KC is the right decision for me. I was nervous before that it was only because of my friends, and yes, they are a big reason why I want to be there, but they aren't the only reason. I can't expect them to give me guarantees about where they're going to live so I can be happy. I still have two very good friends there (who by God better not be going anywhere) and I'm sure I will make new ones as well.

But Elise is special. I will miss her desperately. And I'm not just saying that.