THIS YEAR FOR HALLOWEEN
I worked twelve hours.
Spooky, huh?
Musings of a Winter Wren
I came to school this morning and ate the contents of my brown bag lunch before 9 AM. Now I am shamelessly surfing the net for any/all websites that contain the words "frosted" and "cookies." Maybe it's the cooler weather. Maybe it was the butternut squash I had for dinner.
My realtor is a wonderful friend. He is sweet, generous, and funny. Unfortunately, he is not a very good realtor. Or at least, he wasn't a very good realtor for me. I found and bought a home in less than a month, so our time together was short. But in that short time frame he managed to lose emails, essential papers and arrive late to every scheduled meeting. He had never heard of special interest rates for first time home buyers and when it came to the closing, well, he couldn't make it. He had other obligations.
So I close on the tree house this Friday. And I'm moving all my worldly posessions (and a few ethereal ones) on Saturday. That means all my free time from now until the weekend will be filled with anxiety dreams, stress eating, and biting my cuticles down to something unrecognizable.
Last week, while reaching for the alarm, I banged my hand on the hot water heater next to The Steady’s bed. I cut my ring finger but it was so small I didn’t bother to bandage it.
A couple weeks ago, I went to an Ulrich Schnauss concert. Who, you might ask, is this Ulrich Schnauss? Exactly. That’s what I wanted to know.
Whoa.
Hi Vicodin!
I can sit comfortably on a great many things: chairs, sofas, floors, beds, windowsills. But I have a really hard time sitting on words. Be they mine or someone else's.
I wasn't joking about the root canal. Many years ago I had a cavity filled. Then, between 2003 and 2007 I was without health insurance altogether. During that time, my filling became loose and foodstuff was storming the castle of my poor enamel. I am scheduled to get it fixed this Wednesday. I expect only terrible, horrible things.
The Steady is going to move in with me. Perhaps this is a great decision. Perhaps it is a horrible one. I guess we'll soon see. I'm really excited at this point in time, because I like the way he smells and I wouldn't mind so much having his scent permeate everything.
Today I:
Some friends recently moved back to the city I call home. This evening The Steady and I went over to their new place to drink beer and catch up and play Wii. I must say, I wasn't bad when it came to bowling and I excelled at air hockey. But I was terrible at tennis. And The Steady beat the tar outta me in a round of boxing.
So, I have a dentist appointment tomorrow afternoon. It's been, I don't know, five years since my last professional cleaning? I hate going to the dentist. It always feels like the hygienist has this personal, extra-special, custom-made rancor, just for me.
I got a message this morning from the building owners. They told me to stop referring the Craigslist people to them. They reminded me that I'm the one who wants to leave early, so I'm the one who has to show my place and find someone to rent it. Golly gee, that would have been nice to know before I posted the ad.
So I saw the tree house for the first time last Sunday (9/30) and went in for a second look the following day (10/01). I put a bid in on Wednesday (10/03) and beat another bidder. I hear that's pretty fast as far as house hunting goes. Now I have to squeeze out of my current lease.
When I was a kid, I used to set my alarm clock even on the days I didn’t have to get up early for school. Like on the weekends. I suppose I didn’t want to miss the pleasure of knowing that I could sleep in that day.
I hired a house inspector today ($300). His job is to talk smack about the tree house I hope to buy. My realtor warned me that he would be critical, harsh even, but you know he's supposed to be. That's his job ($300!!). I had to mentally prepare myself because all day today I've been running around telling people about this place and showing pictures as though it were something I pushed out my birth canal.
Adam wrote: Sorry about the women's rights comment.
My reply: No need to apologize. Your comment wasn't taken personally. I warned you in class for your own benefit. Know that making pointless impulsive comments like that could get you into trouble or even fired in the future. Please mind the way you conduct yourself from now on.
See what I mean? I do it out of love.This afternoon, I asked my environmental science class if women's rights have anything to do with human population growth. Adam, a student who (and I'm not going to mince words here) is simply a dolt said, "If women could work they'd do that instead of have kids and cook and clean in the home - like they're supposed to." This person's not particularly nasty, he is just stupid. But I made an example of him anyway.