We just had our first home-cooked dinner here last night (i.e. frozen pizza and a can of soup), and Jon has set me up with a place to hook up my laptop and get to work. Super has peed on every tree around the block, so it’s like we’re home again. It’s busy and hectic and hustling, but we’re almost there. Even though I’m sitting here staring at a giant hole in the wall just put there by our friendly contractor, Nick, today.
Jon is at the old shop, wrapping up our last few days of business there, and packing up, leaving me here “in charge” with contractors and builders. What this really means is that I try to stop Super from smelling everyone and knocking over things while calling Jon every time a contractor has a question.
And, wouldn’t you know it, the world doesn’t stop just because we’re in the middle of a move.
We got some new Midori products from their regular line for the Traveler’s Notebooks. We got these with the shipment of the Blue Midoris, but you can guess that these got overshadowed just a bit. We are getting more of the Blue Midori’s at the end of May, so sign up for in-stock e-mail notifications if you are interested in grabbing one.
For now, we’re starting to fill out our line of Midori Traveler’s Notebooks accessories, and while we’ve carried their weekly planners, we decided to bring in their monthly planner for both the regular and passport size.
By now you’ve all heard my sob story about not being able to keep a Blue Edition cover, which Jon has compensated for by offering to let me keep one of these kraft folders for my Passport Midori. On a scale of one to ten, this is consolation of about …zero, but who am I to turn down more inserts for my Midori.
After this, the baby will be up, and we’re off to Home Depot, which is basically the worst job ever. Jon gives me a list of things I’m supposed to get, and convinces me that I am a capable and intelligent human being who can purchase thousands of dollars worth of inventory for a stationery business and therefore indeed buy a “hose” for hooking up the dishwasher, based on instructions of “just don’t get a toilet hose or anything.” I just know I’m going to end up aimlessly wandering the aisles of Home Depot not understanding how there could be so many different types of hoses in the world, and then come back with the wrong one.
“Don’t worry, Liz, it’s, like, just a standard size. You can’t go wrong. But don’t get the wrong one.”