Fifteen vanilla beans showed up in my mailbox today. I am going ot make vanilla extract. Woohoo. Pictures to follow, when I find my digital camera battery charger. (This must happen before the weekend, regardless, as we are going whale watching! I am so excited! We studied whales in like fifth grade and I have wanted to see them ever since.) _

Oh, thought I, my driver's lisence expired on Wednesday. Well, I wanted to switch it to MA anyway, so, whatever. The stupid DMV in Massachusetts isn't open on Saturdays (I swear the one in Harrisburg is). And it costs like $125, which I'm sure is not how much I paid. _

Hey, check it out, that was like two blog posts almost within a week of each other. Probably because the bitchy one was too long to post. _

I am home again, however, I came with my grandmother towing along behind me and seem to be unable to shake my job as her primary care giver. I am feeling fairly anxious about it, and the stairs are making everything worse. It can't possibly be healthy to sit in a room alone all day because you are too scared to do stairs because you have a muscle in spasm. I am supposed to, somehow, find her an outpatient physical therapy facility, preferably one that is attached to a hospital. Short of calling Mass General, I'm not sure how that's supposed to pan out.

I haven't managed to sort out my personal space issues, as she has been put up in my bedroom, and I am sleeping on a mattress on my sister's floor. I have had my own room since I was like ten. Sharing a loft double in Paca was hard enough. Half of my clothes are in the closet in her room, half are in my sister's closet/still in my suitcase. All of my books are in my/her bedroom. Which means there is nowhere I can go to escape people, really, as my sister's room looks like a tornado hit, and my half-hearted unpacking efforts have only made it worse.

((I really really wanted a week away from my grandmother.))

I called both of my temp agencies the day after my birthday (which was my first full day back), and the one I wasn't expecting to have anything for me again ever has found me a receptionist job for three weeks, which is nice. I think I will be on the bus for like an hour every morning, and I'm not hugely fond of buses (nor do I have a clue how much money is on my CharlieCard). It starts tomorrow (Friday).

On a whim today, and the recent discovery that it's a slightly long but comfortable walk, I walked this afternoon to a little Italian market in the North End that sells fresh pasta and fresh mozzarella (both cow and buffalo, the cow was better) among other things, and we had fresh pasta tonight with dinner (also a frittata made with the random leftover vegetables from our last organic produce delivery). It was lovely, and Sam was beside himself with glee at the chance to take a long walk. _