Where's that green velvet got to?

[derien]

eor has this huge stein with a whaling scene on it which he keeps change in, and when we were moving I dumped the change out and stuffed his spare piece of green velvet inside the stein (which was leftover from when he recovered his chain-mail working tray) as part of my efforts to pad it. So this morning I just dumped the change back in, but didn't pull out the green velvet, because I didn't really have anyplace in mind to put it, as yet. I know that eventually I'll forget what I did with the velvet, by the time we want it again, so this is my note to myself to remind me what I did with it. :) That's how I lose things - I do completely illogical stuff and then can't retrace my thought process later.


I had meant to mention in yesterdays post, but forgot - yesterday I did special screening on a woman who was very cheerful and good-natured about everything.... which is unusual and makes me happy. But it also struck me as odd that she was so cheerful, as the reason she was in Maine on short notice (which put her into the category for special screening) was that her brother had disappeared. He was from Belfast, which was where I went to high school and she asked me if I might know him. As it turns out he would have been almost exactly 10 years behind me, as he's 26, which means he's probably a classmate of the guy who lived upstairs from me at the place I just moved out of. And I haven't heard anything about it. I attempted to google it, but the only thing I got was the Nation site which needs me to be a member before I can access that article (phaugh!), and I'm not at all sure it's the correct article.

I can't imagine how she could be so cheerful. I'd be beside myself if either of my brothers disappeared. She might be all broken up inside, she might have gone through the worst part of the worry and decided to put up a good front for others, she might actually be feeling pretty good about humankind in general, having received lots of support in the past week and a half.... she might have eaten too many antidepressants.

In a related note... I dreamed last night that I finally located my damned high school yearbook, which I've been looking around for off and on since my previous upstairs neighbor mentioned that he went to Belfast Area High School. I found it in a box of junk which had a couple of inches of water in the bottom of it, the pages all stuck together, in a big room of other people's boxes of junk.



And completely unrelated - I went out to dinner with some of the ladies from the binne email list. Quite a nice time. :) Binne had received snailmail at one of the ladies P.O. Box from Southern Maine Pride with a form to fill out if we want a group in the parade, and another of the ladies has been in email exchange with the host of Queertalk who'd like one or some of us to come be on her radio show for a conversation. Gah. Sooo.... I feel like maybe I ought to be doing something real and constructive for the group, like organizing a contingent for Pride or doing the radio show, but I really don't feel like it. :P

Does that cover about everything for today? Oh, and I almost ran over an oppossum on my way home. One really does not think of them living in Maine - it's only recently they've extended their range up here, they were previously only found in the Southern U.S. Silly little fat thing went trundling accross the street as I was searching for a parking space. They do sort of resemble rats, but when you see rats run around on the street (as I did in Boston and Cambridge, when we were on our way home from dancing in the wee small hours of the morning) they actually stretch out those long spindly legs so they look like they're on stilts, and scamper very fast. That 'possum obviously had no intention of moving with any speed. :) He was kind of cute. I know they're supposed to be good eatin,' but I'm just too soft-hearted for bumper-hunting.;)

Edited: Sorry for spamming your friends lists, all - I've inserted cut tags, now.