Sunday, August 15, 2010

Neither here nor there

Sunday night is taking stock night. Of the week that passed. The week that lies ahead.

Bookcase arrives tomorrow. Am excited -- need to put away the 9 or so boxes of books that are stacked up in the bedroom. Will be the next step in being fully adjusted and settled in my new apartment. Yes, still new, to me. (The mortgage payments feel VERY new to me). A few tasks remain: (a) lighting for the living room and bedrooms (table lamps, floor lamps), (b) a desk or vanity for the guest bedroom, (c) blinds for the window in the guest bedroom, (d) my curtains in my bedroom re-hemmed to the appropriate length, (e) put away one box of stuff that goes in my desk (should have done this already, to be honest), and then (f) putting up paintings on the walls. Step by step. There is no rush.

There is no rush is what I tell myself when I am impatient.

Although this runs contrary to seize the day now, doesn't it?

Old friends were in town this weekend, bringing in tow their young child (is a 1.5 year old a baby still or now a child? Certainly seemed like her own person.) Young children are full time! There is a playground behind where I live, so we all set off to the jungle jim and the swings (too small to go on the swings by herself, so I put her on my lap and pushed off. Oh how the swings creaked.)

Rainy day today. No torrent or anything. I have spent the whole day indoors. Which is not a good thing. And now it's 10:13pm and I'm wondering whether I should just go out for a wandering stroll just to go and breathe some fresh air. I suppose I could just open my windows, too, and stick my head out.

This post is neither here nor there. I have just watched two gruesome episodes of Law and Order SVU. But I do not feel it is appropriate to talk about since my last post was about this show. I do not want you to think that Law and Order SVU is my relationship proxy (well, in particular, given the subject matter!).

Coming up soon: A movie review of The Kids Are Alright. Which really got me thinking. I suppose the movie was also about The Parents Are Alright. And The Sperm Donor Might Be A Jerk (In Disguise).

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