Disaster of the Day

On my way to work this morning, I stopped for coffee, like I often do. My car is not just a mode of transportation for me, it also transports an amazing array of crap. When I got into the car, I needed to place the coffee on the middle console so I could remove the two old cups from the cup holder. Part of my brain knew I was heading in the wrong direction, but it was early, and I ignored it. After removing the old cups, I didn't immediately put the new coffee in the holder. Instead, I took my purse off my lap and tried to put it on the seat next to me. Of course, the strap caught the new cup of coffee and sent it flying through the air, landing upside down on the floor, soaking my bag of books and knitting. I'm sure people in the parking lot wondered what the hell was going on when I shrieked at the top of my lungs and started flinging books and yarn around the car to get them out of the coffee. So I drove to work with the scent of coffee coming up from the steaming puddle on the floor, and no actual coffee to drink. I couldn't very well go back inside and tell them WHY I needed another coffee, could I?

We Signed the Lease

We handed a total stranger a check last night, and signed a lot of pieces of paper saying that we would agree to pay this stranger lots of money every month and we are assuming that they own the apartment we're going to try to move into next month. I say try, because I have serious doubts about our couch making it even halfway up the stairs. So, why did I give them money and agree to live there, possibly couch-less? I was tired. I am tired. I'm tired of looking. It's a nice place. It isn't perfect, but the hope is that it will be better than now. People have been getting furniture in there for years. Why shouldn't we be able to? Apparently you don't know me well. The most likely outcome will be that the couch will get stuck and it will have to be hacked out with an axe, eliminating the possibility of us selling it to someone with no stairs and big doors. Should I just sell it now?

Insufferable Horror

Today I have a rare Monday off from work. Of course, it's supposed to be 95 and humid, and we can only run one air conditioner in our sorry little apartment. If you have the AC on and the television at the same time, you'd better hope the fridge doesn't need to cycle on, because it makes the TV screen go black. Very disconcerting. So, it's either be cool or do laundry in sweltering conditions. My vote is to stay on the couch with my knitting and the AC. After all, you can't knit a wool sweater in July with out AC, and I have an obligation to the knitting, don't I? It's my first sweater attempt.

We went up to the lake yesterday for Mom's birthday. Perfect day for that - warm and sunny and the water was nice. We went a little later than usual to give the Massholes time to beat feet out of New Hampshire. We don't like strangers. Wait, we don't like most of the people we know either.

Speaking of which, the search for the perfect domicile for us is still underway. We're looking at one tonight that I know isn't going to be right. There's too much "community" going on there. "Common areas" give me hives. It has a common deck area which we would no doubt avoid like the plague, and only one washer/dryer for four units. Yeah, like that will work. The landlord lives there too, and says "oh, I just go up the street to the laundro-mat." Augh! The laundro-mat! A creepier place there never was! We have our own washer and dryer, and we're just looking for a nice, quiet place to hook them up and live quietly, keeping to ourselves. Is that wrong?

Oh, I was going to put a picture in of the Insufferable Horror, wasn't I? See how his eyes glow?