Of all the things I wish I learned when I was young – another language, how to whistle, blowing things up with my mind – the ability to fall asleep while listening to music is right up there in the top three.

Ed and I spent the weekend camped out on a piece of plywood with a cheap Ikea twin “mattress” as padding. The uncomfortable sleeping arrangement made Ed snore more than usual, and I found myself wide awake at 5am with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Eventually I remembered that my ear phones are noise canceling, so I shoved them in my ear holes in the hopes that it would be enough to drown out Ed’s nose words. It didn’t work, so I turned on my Zune and tried to fall asleep while listening to music. Turns out I can’t do that – I never listened to music at bed time while growing up, and as such, I simply can’t. It sucks needing near-silence in order to fall asleep. It’s why I can’t deal properly with Ed’s snoring – he’s usually out as soon as he hits the pillow, whereas I tend to doze off eventually. When he starts snoring, it’s game over – no sleep for me. Eventually my mom got up and started puttering around, so I stole her bed to grab another couple hours of sleep after which I was much more pleasant to be around. Sleep good.

It’s all done now. We went to Victoria with Shan and Josh on Friday night to, among other things, help my mom finish out the move. It’s all been finalized, and she got the cheque for the house on Thursday. It was amusing, seeing a cheque for such a large amount – after all was said and done with the lawyer’s fees and miscellaneous charges, she walked away with a goodly amount of money. I am pleased for her – she is more than set for retirement, and could actually do some things to enjoy herself if she wasn’t so dang cheap. As it is, the money will probably sit in various investments forever, while she continues to live like some sort of hobo. That’s it, isn’t it. My mom is going to end up being one of those ladies who live in poverty with a dozen cats, only for people to find out she was worth millions after she died and also that she peed in buckets.

Mom and I stopped by the old house to drop off our extra keys. The couple that bought it are busy with the renovations – they had torn out all the carpeting and some of the kitchen cabinets, and repainted the living room. I gave them my card and asked if they’d email me pictures when done; I’m curious to see what the house could look like in the hands of people with the time and ability to turn it into something special. I suppose I feel a little bit sad when I think that the house is no longer home – I get especially large pangs when I think of my dad – but life goes on. It helps that mom gave me a sliver of the house money, too. The bank will simply adore me when I pay off our debts!

Today is a holiday, and I have errands to do. Operation Break In Shan’s Scooter will commence some time this afternoon, and it will be fun. As usual, I feel bad about leaving Ed behind – his scooter will be coming some time this month – but I also want to go have fun, so .. I will. Fun! Fun and printers and prescription refills! Hooray!