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My KitchenAid stands alone on the counter top. I gaze upon it with longing, dreading the dark winter days when dreams of baking will dance in my head, with my mixer on another continent! I delayed packing it because I hoped for some miracle that might allow me to bring it. Could it be smuggled in my luggage? Taken on board the plane in my personal bag? Held on my lap, like a small child?

Recently I came across an old New York Times article on baggage shippers. I can ship my mixer and other items of weight in a small box for half the cost of replacing the mixer. This may be my solution of choice for those bits and bobs I can’t do without, since my furniture and kitchen/book boxes are waiting till next year, or the year after, to sail over.

This makes me very happy, on this bustling Wednesday when all the students pour back into the University!

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Today I sorted. My library (which consists of well over 500 volumes) has been sorted into two main categories:
1. keepers
2. for new owners

and 5 sub categories:
a. wants to come with me NOW
b. Ireland
c. literature
d. comparative religions
e. health / garden

I have the sub-categories in piles on the floor in the Purple Room. They will go into nice plastic containers, and await the day I ship them across the sea….all but one stack. One stack are books that screamed, tossed themselves at me, or were otherwise too precious to leave behind. That stack is huge. I tried fitting them into my carry-on (my strategy for getting books over, so I am not restricted by the weight limit imposed on checked luggage), and besides the fact that they wouldn’t all fit, I was unable to lift the bag!!

Back to the drawing board.

but there was no jiggity jig.

He returned home yesterday. I was so sad I decided to skip out on a birthday party invitation and spent the entire evening watching the BBC version of Emma. Jane Austen is my comfort food of choice.

The visit was lovely, even though we spent way too much on the Car2Go and boiled in the heat. He suffered through flea bites and I through cramming for my finals, which were the day before he left! When he got home today there were three, count them 3, letters waiting for him from the INIS. It seems we were correct the first time. I need to be in the country before applying for permission to remain based on our Defacto Relationship status. It certainly makes sense that the application be submitted once I am there. They requested two things we hadn’t included, or thought of previously. We sent copies of each of our current bank statements, but they have requested, “Evidence of all finances available to both of you (i.e. 6 months bank statements, payslips, etc)”. They also requested, “Details of your partners future intentions in the State”. The last one is easy, as he clearly intends me to be unpaid house keeper/cook/chauffeur, in addition to office manager and creative partner when he starts his business. Of course, while the pay may be lousy, I hear the benefits are excellent! 🙂

and into the Texas heat.

People who visit Texas from the north, or Ireland (as the case may be), are often taken aback by the oppressive August heat. In these moments I am fond of contrasting the seasons for them. In the bitter cold of a northern winter, Mother Nature attempts to create yummy human Popsicle sticks. Perhaps for an early spring snack. In Texas she lounges, margarita in hand, as she slow roasts us. Making Her own version of BBQ human kabobs.

He arrives for his visit today. In 12 hours, to be exact. :squeee: The agenda includes lots of time at Barton Springs. I think the cool 20 Celsius water will help him forget the 38 degree bbq pit we’ll be walking around in. We’ll also watch the bats come out, and maybe take in a movie at the Alamo.

My mother is coming to visit (mostly to meet him) on Sunday. I think we’ll go over to Ginny’s for chicken-shit bingo and Dale Watson. We’re heading down to the Salt Lick Sunday night for BBQ (not the human kind), and the rest will be spent lounging. Ok, I’ll be studying. I have finals on Thursday!

I think 111 is a pretty lucky number. I read that it is the smallest repunit composite number. I also heard it is the smallest palindromic number such that the sum of its digits is one of its prime factors. Did you know a six-by-six magic square using the numbers 1 through 36 has a magic constant of 111? Let’s not forget that Mr Bilbo Baggins was Eleventy-one in J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. Speaking of Bilbo, his wise words have never been more true.

“It’s a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no telling where you might be swept off to.”

But most importantly, 111 is the number of pages, including letter and supporting documents, in the Application for Authorization to Stay that we sent to the Department of Justice yesterday!

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