Kaply, Inc.

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Kaply — Fri, 14 Jun 2013 05:22:19 +0000

So Grant left today. He found a space in a halfway house, and I haven’t been so grateful for something in a long while. The anxiety around his impending homelessness was killing me. It seems weird that he isn’t here.

I am still freaking out about money but the rest of my impending move planning is going ok. The guy I thought I had sold two bookcases to had to bail, health problems, complicated story, so now I need to find another buyer for those.

I blew through a shitload of money today, no way to avoid it, but it certainly is not easing my anxiety at all. I hate money. I would barter all damn day if I had any skill or talent that was at all salable. Alas, no one is willing to pay me to sit around drinking beverages and being pithy.

A shame, that. What a lovely way to pay for gas.

SHENANIGANS

Kaply — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 19:41:58 +0000

The sinus infection is at bay, and I am sitting in the Vietnamese cafe across the street from the apartment, eating Saigon creme puffs and drinking Vietnamese coffee, which is coffee with chicory and condensed milk, a hearty fucking drink if ever there was one.
I like a culture that does not fuck around with such things.
The apartment management has decided to inspect/ treat for bugs, so now I need to figure out what to do with a cat in a box for four hours. Kato barely likes indoors, the outdoors might as well be the fucking Amazon as far as he’s concerned.
And of course, what I really want to spend time doing is piling all my remaining belongings in the center of the room and cover them with a sheet. Because it’s not like I have shit to do or anything.
Also, the idea of bugs in the apartment makes me want to scratch and frantically search the corners to make sure I don’t see any. I am not entirely rational on the subject of bugs and the prednisone does not exactly ameliorate that.
*sigh*
So today is all about packing and stacking for tomorrow, after I meet the Handsome Shawn for lunch in a bit and Grant gets up. Grants stays up later than me, and since he sleeps in the living room, I try to get out of his way in the mornings when I can.
Ahhhhhhhhhh. Vietnamese coffee, I shall miss you.

For Tiff, even though it’s a little late

Kaply — Thu, 06 Jun 2013 21:28:18 +0000

This sinus infection is kicking my ass.
It had been building in severity over te last few weeks and this week it finally hit the point where I could no longer kid myself that it was bad allergies, so I went to my ENT who looked up my nose and said Eeww, GROSS. Then gave me antibiotics.
These do not seem to be working.
It’s wicked hot today, and I hate that, so I would have stayed inside anyway, but would have been sans face and head pain, which I can’t help but think would have made the day more enjoyable.
GAH. I’m gonna make me a sandwich. Some days, that’s all you can do.

NO MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES! MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES!

Kaply — Fri, 24 May 2013 03:13:30 +0000

One of the multitudinous things I am worrying about, and by no means the least pressing, is what will happen to Grant when I move.
He has yet to get his SS Disability approved, despite copious work and reams of paperwork done by Grant. All the assistance programs generally require you to have at least a nominal income. And this leaves him in the awkward position of not qualifying for help because he has not been approved for help.
I had originally planned to stay here until he got approved. Approval is hard, few get it their first time through the process, and Grant is blind as a bat, so it’s just a matter of time.
But the landlord said that if I went month to month, I would pay a lot more, and I can’t afford that. I also am being priced out of Seattle altogether, and I really want to be closer to my folks.
And so I sit here, worrying about Grant, who has been a fantastic roommate. And he refused to come to California with me. *sigh*
Damn.
Also, it turns out that June is Pride Month and June 30th is Pride parade in Seattle and it is also the weekend I need to load up the truck and move and did you know that almost all my friends are gay? So yeah. There’s that.

DESTROYER OF WORLDS

Kaply — Mon, 20 May 2013 00:12:11 +0000

I’m seriously behind on posting, I know, and I think it’s just that I have my hands full with the shit going on in my life, and I don’t know how to write about a lot of it without sounding whiny.
The truth is that I am freaked out most of the time. Most of my stuff is sold but not all of it has been paid for, and money is a constant worry, anyway.
Actually, worry is kind of my baseline what with the anxiety disorder and all. Even though this move is what I want, and I am happy about it, I am also so anxious that I am practically eating Ativan and Seroquel like fucking tic tacs.
That is not always helpful.
Also, I have alternately been at the mercy of my hay fever and my antihistamine for a few weeks now. Bastards.
So I will try to be better, but since I keep freaking out about the same shit over and over, it may get a little more boring than usual around here. Apologies in advance.

I really have no patience most of the time.

Kaply — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 01:24:59 +0000

*sigh*
So two days ago, approximately a month after I gave them written notice that I would be moving out at the end of May, my landlord’s management came to me and said, hey, by the way, your lease isn’t up until the end of June. You have to stay.

And then my head exploded.

I checked with the Housing Authority. They said I had to stay.

And so I am now staying until the end of June. It doesn’t change much, it really is only a matter of time, it’s just a wee bit frustrating.

So I am watching Hellboy, because there is nothing so soothing as paranormal hi jinks and Nazi defeat.

I had dim sum with Kevin today. We are very dim sum compatible.

Kaply — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:18:03 +0000

Ok, I’ll just get it out: I am completely terrified that the end of May will arrive and I will not have enough money to rent the car and get down to Joshua Tree. There.

*sigh*

In the meantime, I am continuing to purge and pack.

I have this bubble fairy. It was a gift from my step sisters. When my stepmother, whom I was quite fond of, died, her huge collection of figurines were inherited by her three daughters. There were four of these bubble fairies, one for each season, I think. They each took one and sent one to me. It’s called Harvest, and was made in 1991. It is apparently a limited edition or some such, by Jessica De Stefano, whoever she is.
It is exceedingly ugly. But it meant a lot that they included me, so I kept it all these years. But now I am going to sell it, since I found its certificate of authenticity, which makes it a bit more valuable.

Also, we have discovered that Kato is afraid of the sound of packing tape, the weirdo.

Crowded House reminds me of you, Jonesy, for some reason.

Kaply — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 02:48:34 +0000

You never know which chance meeting will be the one in which you meet your friends. I went to a blogger meet up and that’s where I met Sizzle for the first time.

Now there are very few people who are as different from me as Sizz. She is persistent and organized, a perpetual motion machine in a stylish covering, a dazzling entertainment and party organizer. She and Hotness are entirely responsible for the fact that I have a celebratory birthday supper each year.

Sizzle just overwhelms me with love and acceptance. I have spent many a Christmas Eve with her and her family, I have eaten her baked goods (not a euphemism) and have accepted the fact that I am now known far and wide as Kap as a direct result of her calling me that.

She is a woman of intelligence and style, of striving and effort. She is funny and sweet and I have always considered myself blessed that she chose to be my friend.

She is a lot like my family, the closest thing I have to a sister, and this year I got to celebrate her wedding to her own personal Mr Darcy.

So today is the birthday of this amazing woman, and I would like to take this opportunity to wish her a many happy returns of the day, in Eeyore fashion, and tell her that my 40′s were head and shoulders above my 30′s and probably my 20′s, if I remembered more of them. I love you, Jonesy.

I was a raging asshole before therapy, but I’m ok with that now.

Kaply — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 05:15:29 +0000

I have been coveting this tote for the better part of a year. It’s so enthusiastically sunny and bright, I keep going back over and over to look at it. I know the dimensions are there, but I have no idea what size it is, because when you start talking in inches and yards and feet and such, I must tell you that I do not speak your crazy moon language.
…………………………………………………….
Some fuckers were stupid enough to set off two bombs in Boston. People were killed, one an 8 year old.
The bombers may have already realized that there was an error in their calculations. You don’t fuck with a city that has made it’s rep by being obstreperous, revenge oriented and both those things for longer than this country has even existed. Boston holds a fucking grudge.
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I have been fighting with my occipital neuropathy for the past week. This body is fucking done, man. They were able to grow a rat kidney in a lab, I can hop for new nerves in my head. PLUS maybe I’ll be able shoot fire out of my eyes.

If I agreed with you, then we would both be wrong.

Kaply — Fri, 12 Apr 2013 21:16:59 +0000

I am packing up the remains of my life and posting them to my parents. I am fairly sure this will be less expensive than renting a truck. I would totally fly but Kato is an elderly cat, and a terrible traveler and so he is considered a very poor risk for sedation or flight. I can’t help but think that him howling for three hours at the top of his lungs will not be found acceptable by the other travelers.
So a car it is, and Bev Kaply and my dad have gotten cuter and cuter as they try to help me by researching doctors and going to the housing authority to see if they need to sign me up for services. It’s nice that they are so excited that I will be moving so close. We haven’t lived within 30 mins of each other in about 20 years, and I am as excited as they are, although probably less demonstrative about it, on account of MOVING MY WHOLE LIFE and stuff.
I am also concerned about leaving Grant homeless. I can only tell myself it’s bound to work out. I’d sacrifice a chicken, but Grant is allergic.
I ordered cat food and cleaning stuff from Amazon that has apparently disappeared into the ether along with my money. If it doesn’t show up soon, I am gonna have a fucking fit. For serious.
Anyway, I have to do dialysis, because apparently I will die without it, blah blah blah.