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08/28/2008

Rites of passage, changing with the times

Filed under: Life — Tags: — Meryl Yourish @ 11:30 am

When I was their age, my relatives gave us pen sets.

Nowadays, children get their first email accounts.

Sarah and Larry’s two oldest children have their first email accounts. Being a dutiful aunt, I sent them emails at Larry’s request.

On Sunday, I had dinner with my family, and my nephew was texting and receiving texts throughout dinner. His phone never stopped buzzing.

It is absolutely a different generation.

I don’t feel old, though. I’m going to upgrade my cell phone this week and start texting my nephew. Who may be going to my alma mater next year.

The years are sure going fast. I could swear he was only four years old last week. Nine at the most.

On an completely different note, Sarah is the Chocolate Chip Cookie Champion of Chesterfield County. She won first place in the fair, and third place for the cake.

08/23/2008

Detours were us

Filed under: Life — Tags: — Meryl Yourish @ 1:27 pm

Two trucks got into the way of my travel plans, but in both instances, I found out about them long before I could get stuck in the traffic they caused.

First, a pickup truck being towed off the Nice Bridge changed my driving plans from “back way” to “Damn! I have to drive the Beltway.” No real traffic on the Beltway, though, or anywhere, until I got to effing Delaware. I hate Delaware. Don’t even get me started on how much. Ten minutes to get across, and they make you pay through the nose to do it. Plus they steal the rest of the country’s business by their sweet incorporation deals.

Told you not to get me started.

Then, once in NJ, a truck accident shut down 295 at precisely the exit I needed to get off. Some frantic phone calls to Bob and Kim, and I took an alternate route, only to miss 206 and wind up on the scenic route through Trenton. It seems to have picked up some in the years since I was last there.

We’re heading off to the pool for the rest of the day. Posting will be light. No, nonexistent.

08/21/2008

Off for a few days

Filed under: Life — Tags: — Meryl Yourish @ 10:30 pm

I scheduled a few posts for tomorrow, but I’m going on a small vacation before going into closing-on-the-condo/packing/cleaning/painting/moving hell. I shall be visiting my friends and family in New Jersey, and I’m looking forward to it. And while I’m bringing my laptop, well, I was planning on spending most of the time outside by Kim and Bob’s pool. And maybe seeing a movie. And going to my favorite restaurant in NJ. And playing with Puddin’.

I wish I had a little more time to spend in NJ, but it’s a there-and-back-again trip, so no time for Katz’s in NYC, or visiting with my New York JBlogosphere buddies. Or friends I used to work with. Too bad Drew’s next comedy club appearance is next week instead of this one.

On the other hand, if people want to come to where I plan on being on, say, Sunday afternoon (West Orange), I could meet up for a few minutes. I’m thinking of picking up some kosher steaks while I’m there. Or maybe some corned beef. Yum. Corned beef.

More than anything, though, I’m looking forward to coming back and having only days before I get out of this craphole to a place where I don’t worry about leaving my laptop for four days, and wind up taking it with me even though I have my work laptop and don’t need to take two.

September 2nd. Closing on the 2nd. Moving on the 5th. Two weeks. Only two more weeks.

07/31/2008

Homebuying jitters

Filed under: Life — Tags: , — Meryl Yourish @ 9:37 pm

Wow, buyer’s remorse hit me big-time last night, and I haven’t even had the home inspection yet. (Next Thursday.)

I was making a budget and, well, I don’t think I plugged the numbers in exactly right, because I scared the hell out of myself and thought I had no money left over after paying the bills. Today, I’ve come to realize that I probably don’t spend $400 a month on food (I’m single and I cook most of my meals), even factoring in the kosher requirements. And not every month will have a gas bill like last month. In fact, I save money on every Monday holiday, because I don’t have to drive up to NorVA if there’s no staff meeting. There are a few Monday holidays coming up soon, thankfully.

I was also thinking it’s time to sell my Jeep. I love it, but I bought it when gas was a buck and a quarter a gallon. Or maybe even less. For the twenty years prior, I had Ford Escorts and a Datsun 310, all cars that got about 25/30 mpg. Now, instead of dumping my Jeep in a panic, I think I’m going to wait until I’m in my new home and the new budget kicks in. If I have to, my plan is to possibly trade in the Jeep for a car with better mileage, but one that still makes me feel safe driving on the highway every week, like a Rav4. Or maybe buy a cheap used high-mileage vehicle for the trips up to NorVA and keep my Jeep for tooling around Richmond. I really do love my Jeep. I also like the sturdiness factor. It’s pretty solid, and if I do (God forbid) get into a crash, it will protect me far better than one of those little 40 mpg tin cans.

Anyway, there are a ton of things I can do to cut costs. Now that I have more storage space, I can buy those bulk items from Costco. I can make a regular pasta night (I tend to be more carnivorous and like meat for dinner most nights). I already usually bring lunch to work on Mondays instead of ordering out. There are a ton of things you can do to cut costs. There’s also more income: I might finally get ads for my weblog, though I’ve been reluctant to go that way so far. I’m thinking I might get back into freelance proofreading. That’s pretty easy work that I can do at home, and the pay is decent. I wonder if I still have contacts at Tor.

The other thing I realized is that everyone cuts costs for their first home. Most of them do it with two incomes, but hey—I’ve been on my own for a long time now. I think I can handle this, too.

Five weeks left. Only five more weeks of annoying noise, kids who ride their bikes in the middle of the street and get annoyed with you when you beep at them to move over. Five more weeks of maintenance workers ignoring your calls. Five more weeks of hiding my laptop every time I go out for fear of a break-in while I’m gone.

I can’t wait.

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