tonight at the jeux olympiques

I tell you what, that's the briskest rendition of the Marseillaise I have ever heard.  I'm used to it sounding far more dignified.  :-P

hrmph. (in which i am not so smart.)

Going to the DMV in the morning, and I will bring my VA driver's license, my passport, and this phone bill and cable bill that just arrived to show I live at this address.

I have a clear memory of ellen_fremedon, when everyone was at the old place helping me pack, handing me my passport and saying "I'm going to give this to you right now, so it doesn't get buried in boxes of who knows what."

What I don't have a memory of is what I did with it next.  [makes a face]

[eta:  Found it.  In the back pocket of my laptop case, which is a much more logical place than some of the random-shit boxes I had been looking in ...]

\o/ \o/ \o/

At least two metric assloads of empty boxes taken out to the trash.  Stuff that can't go on shelves yet because I don't have those shelves yet sorted and stacked neatly in a corner.  Hooks driven into the wall for keys (by the door) and spatter screens (by the stove).  Pots on the pot rack.  All those effing boxes out of my living room.  I can begin to think about where to hang up the stuff I'm going to hang up.  And reflect that I have three and a half rooms to do it in, instead of just one.

I am very satisfied.

these background thingies about athletes

Man, that Shawn Johnson looks just like her mama, doesn't she.

hmm.

Two shadowboxes and a frame hung up, and it's getting on for 10:00 so I think I should maybe stop banging.  They're not shared walls, but every whack of the hammer and I feel like I'm shaking the whole building.