man, I'm exhausted.

Househunting is a pretty difficult thing, especially when it seems fruitless. Bussing about the city in the hot sun, talking to a zillion people, trying not to lose it, looking at so many notquiteright places-wondering if you can possibly squeeze yourself, your son, your art(kilns!) and life into such a tiny place...

I'm feeling pretty unravelled right now.

I had a driving lesson with Krista thursday evening. It was good. Drove all around Magnusson, did a bunch of reversing, zigzagging across the parking lot backwards-ouch, my neck hurts! It helped though. I'm getting better at making it inbetween the lines. She's a good and patient teacher with an eye for detail. I'm so glad to have her friendship and support, it's really helping me get through this trauma.

Friday, after more exciting house searching, Sharon came and got me, I drove around the hood, starting at Magnusson, then heading up Sandpoint for home-got beeped at for the first time-I guess 25mph was too slow?-Sharon was pissed-like: "Hey jerk, can't you see the bigass student driver sign?'

She's my hero.

Then she took me to her house, made me dinner, we snuggled up and took a nap and went to Catwoman.

It was terribly corny and stupid, but I'll put up with a lot to see a woman do some major ass-kickin'.

:)

Tonight, Holly is taking me driving. I figure three times in three days should get me going strong.