Wednesday, 6 September 2006 03:54 pm
Post-Weekend Update
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deckardcanineI meant to update yesterday, but I got too long-winded (long-pixeled?) before having to leave the computer. Then I realized how self-absorbed my post-in-progress was and decided to start over with something you guys might actually read. Here goes:
1. You may attribute Friday's chilly, wet, gusty weather to Ernesto, but for me, it was an omen of an evening email. What had been a September 30th deadline for moving out became a Labor Day weekend deadline when my landlord found a couple reasons not to put up with me any longer. Boy, did I pick a bad month to pay the rent on time. I was going to protest, but in truth, I couldn't stand him and his wife anymore either. I had wanted roommates and they wanted a subordinate, preferably one who leaves few traces of existence beyond cleaning the bathroom. (Let's be glad I cut the tirade here.) I've gone for the high road in my departure. There were some good times in that house, but the only things I'll miss are the cats.
It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would to move my stuff to my old home, thanks to generous help from my mom; my sister, who used to lift weights regularly; and at times my dad, who for the most part had too much of a headache. My mom and I had given blood that morning, so we should have been quite winded, but it felt pretty good to me.
2. About the blood drive: the whole family had gone, but only two of us donated. My dad's headache changed his mind. My sister has donated twice before but once had too little blood pressure (they don't reject on that basis anymore). This time she was rejected for having "no veins." Don't ask me. I suggested she look into donating marrow instead, but she seemed to prefer an excuse not to be pricked.
3. The next day, I got lucky and signed a lease for a new home. It's a basement suite near the top of my price range, but with all the space and independence (only the laundry room is shared), as well as decent proximity to some key locations, it's worth it. I decided to move only a few things in for now and not start actually living there until the weekend after my vacation.
4. I think I'm eating a little worse than usual lately, perhaps in reaction to the eviction. For me, that isn't terribly worrisome. I became a more self-conscious yesterday night, tho, when my Bible study group went to a Mexican restaurant. Ever eaten across from a priest, particularly one who's not eating anything himself? I kept thinking, "Should I confess to gluttony right now?"
5. I've now had three dreams in which a small domestic animal -- first an understandably angry cat, then a dog with a Napoleon complex, and then something like a dark ferret -- bites my hand and goes limp. It won't let go, even when I swing it against a wall. The bite doesn't really hurt, but it gets annoying. I can pry the animal off, but it latches right back on. In the last dream, I accidentally killed the thing.
My mom suggests that these dreams reflect my conflict with my former landlords. Makes sense to me.
1. You may attribute Friday's chilly, wet, gusty weather to Ernesto, but for me, it was an omen of an evening email. What had been a September 30th deadline for moving out became a Labor Day weekend deadline when my landlord found a couple reasons not to put up with me any longer. Boy, did I pick a bad month to pay the rent on time. I was going to protest, but in truth, I couldn't stand him and his wife anymore either. I had wanted roommates and they wanted a subordinate, preferably one who leaves few traces of existence beyond cleaning the bathroom. (Let's be glad I cut the tirade here.) I've gone for the high road in my departure. There were some good times in that house, but the only things I'll miss are the cats.
It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would to move my stuff to my old home, thanks to generous help from my mom; my sister, who used to lift weights regularly; and at times my dad, who for the most part had too much of a headache. My mom and I had given blood that morning, so we should have been quite winded, but it felt pretty good to me.
2. About the blood drive: the whole family had gone, but only two of us donated. My dad's headache changed his mind. My sister has donated twice before but once had too little blood pressure (they don't reject on that basis anymore). This time she was rejected for having "no veins." Don't ask me. I suggested she look into donating marrow instead, but she seemed to prefer an excuse not to be pricked.
3. The next day, I got lucky and signed a lease for a new home. It's a basement suite near the top of my price range, but with all the space and independence (only the laundry room is shared), as well as decent proximity to some key locations, it's worth it. I decided to move only a few things in for now and not start actually living there until the weekend after my vacation.
4. I think I'm eating a little worse than usual lately, perhaps in reaction to the eviction. For me, that isn't terribly worrisome. I became a more self-conscious yesterday night, tho, when my Bible study group went to a Mexican restaurant. Ever eaten across from a priest, particularly one who's not eating anything himself? I kept thinking, "Should I confess to gluttony right now?"
5. I've now had three dreams in which a small domestic animal -- first an understandably angry cat, then a dog with a Napoleon complex, and then something like a dark ferret -- bites my hand and goes limp. It won't let go, even when I swing it against a wall. The bite doesn't really hurt, but it gets annoying. I can pry the animal off, but it latches right back on. In the last dream, I accidentally killed the thing.
My mom suggests that these dreams reflect my conflict with my former landlords. Makes sense to me.
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