The weekend after Labor Day -- highlights and photos
It's actually quiet this morning -- which is rare these days.
One thing I have had to get used to in this new apartment is the constant noise: the squeaky outside gate, tires going over the gate rails, honk-happy drivers, the hum of the nearby highway... I suppose it is all vehicle-related noise and with gas prices rising, maybe these people will stop using their vehicles. Or maybe they'll drive more angrily, vexing me further.
Despite the noise, I now feel comfortable in my new apartment. After being here two weeks, it feels like a home and I have now located practically all of my things. It sounds trite, but there's this box that I have that's full of old papers, school work, journals from when I was 13 and really chatty and every day was a 5-page entry, even though I had no life because I was 13. I couldn't find this box when we lived in small-town-north-of-Dallas in Big C's old apartment for the six weeks that we were there mostly because everything else was in boxes and everything looked the same and well, who wants to dig through boxes for the sake of nostalgia? So, I've located it and now I feel complete.
I did laundry for the first time in this new place. It's always a little weird to do familiar chores but have to come up with a new routine to do them. For example, usually I'd load the washer, wander over to the kitchen, wash dishes, prep dinner or something, and wait for the rinse cycle to put in the fabric softener. Then some more bumbling around until the clothes have to go in the dryer. Now that my washer and dryer live upstairs, it's somewhat awkward -- either I feel I have to stay upstairs to keep an eye on every cycle or run up and down the stairs checking to see "is it on rinse? Is it???" Ay.
And there's kind of a plumbing problem here, too. Whenever I pull the magical stick on the spout that turns bath water into shower water, I never know what's going to happen. Either the water stays in faucet limbo, making a constipated hissing noise, or the water flows triumphiantly. Whenever I get water on the first try, I feel like I won at the slot machines. Plus, the water pressure is excellent, so I'm a big winner.
Big C has been out of town this weekend, so my man M and I had the place to ourselves. When left to our own devices, we can get pretty crazy...
My plate of yummy filth.
Dessert. (That's right, C -- we smoked inside. It was Friday night and we were paralyzed by the yummy filth! Resistance was futile...)
Three cheers for romantic dinners with the one you love and Barbershop!
One thing I have had to get used to in this new apartment is the constant noise: the squeaky outside gate, tires going over the gate rails, honk-happy drivers, the hum of the nearby highway... I suppose it is all vehicle-related noise and with gas prices rising, maybe these people will stop using their vehicles. Or maybe they'll drive more angrily, vexing me further.
Despite the noise, I now feel comfortable in my new apartment. After being here two weeks, it feels like a home and I have now located practically all of my things. It sounds trite, but there's this box that I have that's full of old papers, school work, journals from when I was 13 and really chatty and every day was a 5-page entry, even though I had no life because I was 13. I couldn't find this box when we lived in small-town-north-of-Dallas in Big C's old apartment for the six weeks that we were there mostly because everything else was in boxes and everything looked the same and well, who wants to dig through boxes for the sake of nostalgia? So, I've located it and now I feel complete.
I did laundry for the first time in this new place. It's always a little weird to do familiar chores but have to come up with a new routine to do them. For example, usually I'd load the washer, wander over to the kitchen, wash dishes, prep dinner or something, and wait for the rinse cycle to put in the fabric softener. Then some more bumbling around until the clothes have to go in the dryer. Now that my washer and dryer live upstairs, it's somewhat awkward -- either I feel I have to stay upstairs to keep an eye on every cycle or run up and down the stairs checking to see "is it on rinse? Is it???" Ay.
And there's kind of a plumbing problem here, too. Whenever I pull the magical stick on the spout that turns bath water into shower water, I never know what's going to happen. Either the water stays in faucet limbo, making a constipated hissing noise, or the water flows triumphiantly. Whenever I get water on the first try, I feel like I won at the slot machines. Plus, the water pressure is excellent, so I'm a big winner.
Big C has been out of town this weekend, so my man M and I had the place to ourselves. When left to our own devices, we can get pretty crazy...
My plate of yummy filth.
Dessert. (That's right, C -- we smoked inside. It was Friday night and we were paralyzed by the yummy filth! Resistance was futile...)
Three cheers for romantic dinners with the one you love and Barbershop!
posted by deconstructionist at 11:06 AM
2 Comments:
I think the picture of the guy on the floor is keeping the readers away, Pedo. :P
I see how it is...they only like me nekkid! Or tales of tempermental water flow is just too much excitement for some.
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