Moving the ovum
Aug. 2nd, 2025 11:12 amWell well well... Birdie, aka the ovum, aka the inevitable consequence of my long-ago egg donation, officially now lives a few blocks from me. And she'll likely live here for the next couple of years, while getting a master's in public health at a local college and also applying to med schools. While my mind continues to be blown by this, my body is now remembering several (three?) trips back and forth across the square as we a) investigated the apartment, and started setting up a few big things like the new mattress, b) brought over everything from my place except the cats, then opened all her boxes and assembled her new cat condo, and c) brought over the cats.
All of this was on Friday, after we fetched her (and the cats) from the airport on Thursday night and put her up here for the night. And it all went pretty smoothly! Yes, one of my grandcats did finally express a certain opinion on a blanket, an opinion which my washing machine is too small to rebut, but I can wash that in the squirrel's big machine and I think everything else is cleaned up already. I was glad to give the cats somewhere quiet to be while we did all the loud/scary parts of the unpacking, and Birdie was glad to have the move-in done so quickly. I know it really helps to have multiple people helping, especially when one is good at assembling things and the other loves to go medieval on cardboard boxes.
I promised her a lot of info about local professionals like dentists, etc, and part of me is very curious about what kind of relationship we're going to have over the next couple of years -- what does she want, what does she think she wants, what's actually going to work, etc? But mostly I'm grateful that whatever's happening here, she held off on doing it until I actually have time to spend with her. Pragmatic stuff first.
She turns 24 a week from tomorrow, and my birthday present to her is going to be a semiprivate contortion lesson with the coach at LCS, to help get her started with the local circus scene.
Lastly -- remember being young enough, and unfussy/unburdened enough, or just committed enough to minimalism, to move by shipping 8 or 10 boxes across the country plus loading up a suitcase? That was impressive. I'm admittedly a little envious, although my fully furnished place is a lot better for getting through a pandemic in.
All of this was on Friday, after we fetched her (and the cats) from the airport on Thursday night and put her up here for the night. And it all went pretty smoothly! Yes, one of my grandcats did finally express a certain opinion on a blanket, an opinion which my washing machine is too small to rebut, but I can wash that in the squirrel's big machine and I think everything else is cleaned up already. I was glad to give the cats somewhere quiet to be while we did all the loud/scary parts of the unpacking, and Birdie was glad to have the move-in done so quickly. I know it really helps to have multiple people helping, especially when one is good at assembling things and the other loves to go medieval on cardboard boxes.
I promised her a lot of info about local professionals like dentists, etc, and part of me is very curious about what kind of relationship we're going to have over the next couple of years -- what does she want, what does she think she wants, what's actually going to work, etc? But mostly I'm grateful that whatever's happening here, she held off on doing it until I actually have time to spend with her. Pragmatic stuff first.
She turns 24 a week from tomorrow, and my birthday present to her is going to be a semiprivate contortion lesson with the coach at LCS, to help get her started with the local circus scene.
Lastly -- remember being young enough, and unfussy/unburdened enough, or just committed enough to minimalism, to move by shipping 8 or 10 boxes across the country plus loading up a suitcase? That was impressive. I'm admittedly a little envious, although my fully furnished place is a lot better for getting through a pandemic in.