Rooted, excluded

[featherynscale]

So I've been living in Carey & David's apartment for a few weeks, in prep to move with them to the new house. All well, all good. They're buying the house, I'm essentially letting from them. All well, all good. For the past few days, there has been some doubt that the closing on the house would go according to plan, and that we would in fact have anywhere to go at the end of the month.

But everything did work out, they closed this morning, and there is a house, and we can all go and live there. (Yay) However, I had to learn about the outcome of the thing on the gaia e-list. Couldn't even get a note saying - Oh, by the way, we're not going to be homeless, and you're not either.

Maybe I'm just bitchy today, but that bothered me.

Comments

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I agree with that last.

I'm not mortally offended, just feeling slighted, and I'm sure I'll be over it and have forgotten the whole thing by the time I get home.
Probably just being petty.

What is this fascination you have with summer sausage? For that matter, what is summer sausage? Do people outside the midwest eat it?

[malvito.livejournal.com]

Actually, I know not the difference between, say, summer sausage and winter sausage, but, in this case, it's a product that is sold a lot in those lovely little Pepperidge Farm kiosks (and similar places).

I tend to see it as picnic food; it's good (not as good as pepperoni but that's a matter of taste) and goes well with cheese and crackers.

I'm not sure of the regional factor; didn't see any at Disney World, but, then, they tend towards something a little less picnic-ish in their eateries.