Get Up and Move Something
I am a lazy human being. I just have no motivation at all right now to move. Like a slug I will sit here and inhabit this chair, sip on my coffee and try, try, try to move something.
Yesterday was pretty darn good. I love days that are full of near-constant surprise. First, I woke up and it was foggy. I love fog! I stumble to my kitchen for my first glass of water, and I see my new neighbor S.T. Liaw aka Mike outside, carrying a box into his new apartment. Mike is moving into what we affectionately call "Crazy Lady's Apartment". Though the very (well, somewhat) normal Mike is its new inhabitant, it will most likely retain this moniker for the forseeable future.
I helped Mike put some stuff into his apartment, which was really exciting for me. I love that feeling of newness - new home, new paint, new stuff. New start. I'm jealous of his newness. I love my apartment, but at this time, the best newness I can have is a new wine rack, or a good scrubbing.
We got breakfast and then surprise! My other neighbors Krista and Alex joined us a Mimo's. We had a really nice breakfast, with Alex regaling us with tales of growing up with elephants in Brazil and his former job as a professional ninja. Alex reminds me of my uncle Steve, in all the good ways. Krista and Alex are perhaps two of my favorite people in the universe.
Mike and I spent the morning driving around, shopping...we got gardening supplies at Home Depot, outlets at Target, and celery at Trader Joe's. (Side note: there is a gorgeous guy who works at Trader Joe's, and I think I will try some pathetic attempt at talking to him next time I see him. Krista swears he checks me out, but I think he's just being polite and asking me if I remember how much my Chateauneuf du Pape costs...) Well, he was there, we made eye contact and had a nervous smile. Mike was probably like "Weirdo." I like Mike.
Also, its daffodil time at TJ's. 99 cents for a bunch of ten! I got 5 bunches and this morning I awoke to 50 gorgeous daffodils exploded on my kitchen table. Surprise!
After we got home, I realized with a panic that it was almost 2:00 pm. Jeeeeze where did my DAY go! I had a baby shower at 2:00 that I HAD to get to, and gifts that weren't wrapped yet. I threw on some slap-dash makeup and ran back out to Target AGAIN, grabbed some colorful wrapping, and proceeded to wrap a Diaper Genie on the hood of my (clean) car in the parking lot. Crap. For some reason I thought I had more time, like I thought it wasn't even noon yet. The wrapping looked pretty good though; I keep Scotch tape and a pair of scissors in my glove compartment for situations just like this. I was a little late, but less late than I anticipated, and it was all good.
Baby shower was enjoyable; I won a photo album. I think I posted earlier about my inability to put photos into albums, but maybe I'll make an effort now that I have a beautiful blank album. I can't stand empty paper...I have a compulsion to mark it up. A blank, unmarked piece of paper is too perfect, too whole and too symetrical...I need to change it somehow. I think I feel the same way about empty photo albums...I must ruin their perfectly emptiness with blurry photos of me blinking on top of the Arc du'Triomphe.
I got home and again had about infiniti phone calls I had missed while at the baby shower. My goodness, I could go months without anyone calling me and suddenly my voice mail lady is all "You have twelve new messages, you hot pimp." I returned a few, made last-minute plans (surprise!) with a friend who wanted to meet me for dinner, and had a pretty good dinner at a local restaurant. Spinach meltdown bazooka, my stars. Quite tasty.
Friend wanted to check out a local bar, but I was feeling tired. I called it a night and went home to watch - FINALLY - my DVD of Eddie Izzard (yes, I totally cut a sort-of date short to go home and watch my most recent Netflix DVD, but I know what I want and last night? I wanted a glass of pinot grigio and Eddie Izzard.) I fell asleep halfway through both the glass of wine and the DVD though, and woke up this morning proud of a pretty darn good day.
Yesterday was pretty darn good. I love days that are full of near-constant surprise. First, I woke up and it was foggy. I love fog! I stumble to my kitchen for my first glass of water, and I see my new neighbor S.T. Liaw aka Mike outside, carrying a box into his new apartment. Mike is moving into what we affectionately call "Crazy Lady's Apartment". Though the very (well, somewhat) normal Mike is its new inhabitant, it will most likely retain this moniker for the forseeable future.
I helped Mike put some stuff into his apartment, which was really exciting for me. I love that feeling of newness - new home, new paint, new stuff. New start. I'm jealous of his newness. I love my apartment, but at this time, the best newness I can have is a new wine rack, or a good scrubbing.
We got breakfast and then surprise! My other neighbors Krista and Alex joined us a Mimo's. We had a really nice breakfast, with Alex regaling us with tales of growing up with elephants in Brazil and his former job as a professional ninja. Alex reminds me of my uncle Steve, in all the good ways. Krista and Alex are perhaps two of my favorite people in the universe.
Mike and I spent the morning driving around, shopping...we got gardening supplies at Home Depot, outlets at Target, and celery at Trader Joe's. (Side note: there is a gorgeous guy who works at Trader Joe's, and I think I will try some pathetic attempt at talking to him next time I see him. Krista swears he checks me out, but I think he's just being polite and asking me if I remember how much my Chateauneuf du Pape costs...) Well, he was there, we made eye contact and had a nervous smile. Mike was probably like "Weirdo." I like Mike.
Also, its daffodil time at TJ's. 99 cents for a bunch of ten! I got 5 bunches and this morning I awoke to 50 gorgeous daffodils exploded on my kitchen table. Surprise!
After we got home, I realized with a panic that it was almost 2:00 pm. Jeeeeze where did my DAY go! I had a baby shower at 2:00 that I HAD to get to, and gifts that weren't wrapped yet. I threw on some slap-dash makeup and ran back out to Target AGAIN, grabbed some colorful wrapping, and proceeded to wrap a Diaper Genie on the hood of my (clean) car in the parking lot. Crap. For some reason I thought I had more time, like I thought it wasn't even noon yet. The wrapping looked pretty good though; I keep Scotch tape and a pair of scissors in my glove compartment for situations just like this. I was a little late, but less late than I anticipated, and it was all good.
Baby shower was enjoyable; I won a photo album. I think I posted earlier about my inability to put photos into albums, but maybe I'll make an effort now that I have a beautiful blank album. I can't stand empty paper...I have a compulsion to mark it up. A blank, unmarked piece of paper is too perfect, too whole and too symetrical...I need to change it somehow. I think I feel the same way about empty photo albums...I must ruin their perfectly emptiness with blurry photos of me blinking on top of the Arc du'Triomphe.
I got home and again had about infiniti phone calls I had missed while at the baby shower. My goodness, I could go months without anyone calling me and suddenly my voice mail lady is all "You have twelve new messages, you hot pimp." I returned a few, made last-minute plans (surprise!) with a friend who wanted to meet me for dinner, and had a pretty good dinner at a local restaurant. Spinach meltdown bazooka, my stars. Quite tasty.
Friend wanted to check out a local bar, but I was feeling tired. I called it a night and went home to watch - FINALLY - my DVD of Eddie Izzard (yes, I totally cut a sort-of date short to go home and watch my most recent Netflix DVD, but I know what I want and last night? I wanted a glass of pinot grigio and Eddie Izzard.) I fell asleep halfway through both the glass of wine and the DVD though, and woke up this morning proud of a pretty darn good day.
posted by The Semi-Pro Chef at Sunday, February 26, 2006
3 Comments:
Wow, you know your neighbors? That's a rarity nowadays. The last time I had an extended conversation with one of my neighbors was when the red sox won the world series, on a friday the thirteenth, during a lunar eclipse.
And it was tremendously fitting.
Hurray to newness! We'll have a garden soon, as long as whatever strange animals that roam don't chomp off our squash and green onions.
I helped a friend move on Saturday, and picked up more free stuff. That what I should do, help people move, and recycle.
I'm hatching a plan, something hopefully drastic enough, so we can all rename my new studio, ward off crazy lady spirits and that invisible bark of her invisible dog that I hear at night.
Congrats on your good day. And I also am envious of you knowing your apartment neighbors. I used to know quite a few the first few years (John & Dawn across the way were my favorites), but they have all moved elsewhere and now I don't know anybody.
(PS I have seen your tag and am working on my list.)
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