blue·stock·ing (blstkng) n.
An educated, intellectual woman.

bid·dy (bd) n. Slang
1. A woman, especially a garrulous old one. 2. Nickname for Bridget.


Saturday, June 27, 2009

Things I have learned so far

1. Pumping your own gas is easy, if you know what you are doing. If you are an Oregonian and do not know much about pumping gas, older gas stations with their idiosyncratic pump issues will likely be the most troublesome. Also, it is very important to remember to replace your gas cap, though it is possible to drive at least 200 miles without one, without noticing it's gone.

2. A replacement gas cap at the VW dealership in San Diego costs $33, including tax. The employees in the service department are extremely friendly.

3. When 30-40% of a carpet is covered in dog pee, it simply cannot be cleaned. Even after waiting 72 hours for the cleaning chemicals to fully "break down the enzymes" a noxious odor will persist. Also, property managers (who insist that you must wait 72 hours before saying that the carpet still smells) do not work on weekends, and do not consider pee-stained carpets a maintenance emergency.

4. There is a difference between hard water and soft water. As far as I can tell, it is not possible to clean dishes in hard water.

5. It actually is possible to drop by a friend's wedding via cell phone. There are many ways to keep in touch.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Bluestocking Biddy Moves to California

On Saturday I set out for San Diego, where I'll be living for a year, taking with me only what I could fit in my car. On the same day, Jeff drove a U-Haul (packed with all the rest of our worldly belongings and our two terrified kitties) to Seattle. It has already been an eventful few days, and here are some of the highlights:

1. After I had said my goodbyes on Saturday I got into my car and was about to leave, but the car wouldn't start. After putting a little gas in the tank, trying again, calling every VW mechanic in town (all closed on Saturdays), despairing, and deciding that the fates did not want me to leave Eugene, my mom suggested that I just try again. After sputtering a little, the car started. It had probably been out of gas, but the fuel light didn't come on (which it has in the past when the fuel is low), so it's a little hard to explain what happened. I think maybe the car had just as much ambivalence about moving as I did. Here is a picture of the car, all packed, on day two of my trip:



2. I visited my friends E & W in Cupertino (bay area, south of SF), and we went wine tasting at two wineries near their house. It was a wonderful relaxing day with great friends, and helped take my mind off of being sad about moving. Here are a couple of pictures:

3. Jeff and I are both contending with pee-stained carpets in our new apartments (a small dog apparently peed all over my bedroom, and a cat left it's mark in Jeff's living room). The carpet cleaners are here in my apartment at this very moment, and Jeff has his being cleaned early next week. I am hopeful that this will do the trick (these cleaners are supposedly "pet urine experts" and I believe them-- they even have a little pee-detecting device that they stuck into all the spots in the carpet to see how bad it was). I really don't want to get into a carpet battle with my property manager, but there is no way I'm going to sleep on top of pee smell.

My roommate is arriving today, hopefully tomorrow we'll get some furniture, and soon I'll be starting work. I'm planning to update this blog regularly (I know I've never done that in the past, but I think this time will be different), so check back soon!