What the hell?

And so the mind games begin

Enter I. stage left.
Flora sits center stage, spread across the sofa. Not-smoking.

A bit of silence as I. hangs her coat.

Then -

"How are you?"

"Fine."

I. closes the closet and proceeds to kitchen.

With great satisfaction I. removed the kitchen lace curtains, exposing the occupants to the bare backyard. I. curses herself as she now retraces her steps, as turning the outdoor light on would have been a nice touch. [Headshake]

Moving on to the spices on the wall, I. gleefully placed them in a crate to pack in the basement. Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Sea Salt, smack. Celery salt, vanilla beans, sazon, onion salt, smack. And when the Ground Pepper hit the plastic, I. smiled. In between trips, she began a load of whites. And when she was done massaging the spiced oil into the storage bin, she clomped back up the stairs, with noise as her primary method. And sweet whisperings to the cats, her only amicable contacts in the house.

HA.
Tomorrow morning, the dining room and the living room curtains are coming down.

OH, and I nearly forgot. The metal rack on the wall was taken down. The excuse will be the need to spackle over the existing holes. In reality, I'll wait until the last possible minute to cover up the visual abberations.

In case you haven't heard, I've put in an application (good credit score!) for an apartment. Fingers crossed it comes thru for April 1, as I will be eager to start measuring and moving. And Alison even offered her tried and true futon when she moves on up in the apartment hierarchy of the world. Last night, Flora "had" to talk to me. She gave me 1 mo. notice and was eager to gloat as I would be away for 1/2 of April. But considering she's tardy in collecting utilities, she's coming out behind. And, there will be no one else to cover the pricy cleaning service. (Each time the cleaning woman comes it's a 100 bucks. To wash dishes? And use my vacuum? Erm, no.)

I think I'll pack the garbage can Saturday.

I forgot I had plans with coworkers Friday night, so the trip to LI will be a 1/2 day. I don't feel as bad, as work provides Good Friday as a holiday. I can spend time with them then. Plus we'll (hopefully) be on the same page decorating my new place. As a backup, I made appointments to see more apartments tomorrow after work.

Let's see...I'm now a card carrying member of a BCBS. Blue Cross Blue Shield beckoned me with dental implants, mental health, and wider choices in the even of a catastrophic illness.

Last night I had a riot with A. providing gently used cat grass to Stump.

And, slept like a log.

I'm pooped right now, but have to go back down to flip laundry. Bleh.

posted by irene @ 3/23/2004 11:04:00 PM