Yesterday I wrote about annoying: today I have scary.
Scary thing the first: I just got an email from the Democratic Party of Oregon. How do they even know? We just bought the house this month. Further, I think I was registered as an Independent when we last lived in the US; I’m registered with Democrats Abroad because I don’t think there’s an independent option that makes it easy (well. Slightly easier) to vote from outside the US.
Scary thing the second: we are dealing with or about to be dealing with movers on three separate continents – Taiwan for Ted’s more here, in the US for mving our stuff from storage to the new house, and here for moving from my current apartment to our new one. Most people only deal with one set of movers at a time, don’t they? (The movers here are contingent on my getting approval to move before his contract actually starts. Or maybe the company person can negotiate for the apartment rental to begin after he arrives. Or something.)
My life is complicated. Everyone’s life is complicated, but … I was going to say that mine seems to be complicated in more confusing ways, but that’s not even true. Romantic entangleds, for instance, can be even more confusing despite being more frequent. Maybe it’s just that mine seems to be complicated along different axes than most. Not in especially horrible or painful ways, just along different axes.
Best quote of the day, from a Slate article Ruth Bader Ginsburg. On why women like Sara Palin owe her more than they’ll admit: “Those who like to believe they have picked themselves up by their bootstraps sometimes forget that they wouldn’t even have boots were it not for the women who came before.” (Dalia Lithwick)