I've been in my new abode for two months now and things are moving along in a relatively smooth manner. The furniture tally has risen significantly since I've last blogged on this topic, my bed is amazing, I found some pinup girls for my bathroom, and I've cooked for some of the best friends I could ask for in my new kitchen.
All of this is excellent, however, (there's always a however) there are some parts of the move that haven't been so great.
First, there's my ghost. Its name is Shim. Mr. Shim likes to open and close things: DVD players, doors, blinds etc. I have only found a logical explanation for one of the mysterious occurrences, so I'm sticking to my guns about Mr. Shim until all incidences have been explained. He's not, as Harper Lee best put it, a "malevolent phantom". I think he's as nice as a spirit could be. Some people need alone time to regroup and recharge themselves. I do not. I hate being alone. Sometimes I think that the presence of Mr. Shim might just be God's funny way of telling me I'm not alone. I'm fairly certain that he will leave when Alicia invades in a few weeks.
This new set up is also my first experience with coin laundry. It's pretty barbaric if you ask me. You pack up your laundry, hike to the laundry cave, put in your clothes and pray that the machine won't eat your quarters. The worst outcome is that you spill your laundry all over the ground (check), make it to the cave only to find there are no free washers (check), and once the laundry is finally securely placed in the precious vacant washer.... you're a dollar and twenty five cents poorer then you were when you started... and still have dirty clothes. On the bright side, it's not running up my electric bill every month. Whatever.
Lastly, there are the neighbors. The yelling that I last wrote about has seemed to stop, knock on wood. Most of them are pretty quiet actually, more knocking on wood. I also don't see them very often, I just notice things that change on their porches, the curtains they put up, etc. Last week I was on my way to my car one morning and I noticed someone had put dead flowers (the grocery store variety) on the grass. Not giving it a second thought, I went on my way. A few days later, the flowers had been joined by some moldy watermelon. I was a little upset. TAKE IT TO THE DUMPSTER! What is the deal? There was no new food/other natural substances on the grass until Saturday. Lettuce was on the menu that day. This new addition was not just dumped on the grass like its predecessors. Pieces were very carefully placed all over this particular area of grass. They were evenly distributed among all of the dead spots. I think one of my neighbors has a serious misunderstanding of compost. Either that or fertilizer. I'm not entirely sure.
The produce on my grass sort of reminds me of one of my favorite children's stories... "Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs" in which the weather turns into food and takes over the town... my watermelon and lettuce situation is a little scaled down, but close.
Well, my biology flashcards and Mr. Shim await me. Bon Soir.
-KMW
First, there's my ghost. Its name is Shim. Mr. Shim likes to open and close things: DVD players, doors, blinds etc. I have only found a logical explanation for one of the mysterious occurrences, so I'm sticking to my guns about Mr. Shim until all incidences have been explained. He's not, as Harper Lee best put it, a "malevolent phantom". I think he's as nice as a spirit could be. Some people need alone time to regroup and recharge themselves. I do not. I hate being alone. Sometimes I think that the presence of Mr. Shim might just be God's funny way of telling me I'm not alone. I'm fairly certain that he will leave when Alicia invades in a few weeks.
This new set up is also my first experience with coin laundry. It's pretty barbaric if you ask me. You pack up your laundry, hike to the laundry cave, put in your clothes and pray that the machine won't eat your quarters. The worst outcome is that you spill your laundry all over the ground (check), make it to the cave only to find there are no free washers (check), and once the laundry is finally securely placed in the precious vacant washer.... you're a dollar and twenty five cents poorer then you were when you started... and still have dirty clothes. On the bright side, it's not running up my electric bill every month. Whatever.
Lastly, there are the neighbors. The yelling that I last wrote about has seemed to stop, knock on wood. Most of them are pretty quiet actually, more knocking on wood. I also don't see them very often, I just notice things that change on their porches, the curtains they put up, etc. Last week I was on my way to my car one morning and I noticed someone had put dead flowers (the grocery store variety) on the grass. Not giving it a second thought, I went on my way. A few days later, the flowers had been joined by some moldy watermelon. I was a little upset. TAKE IT TO THE DUMPSTER! What is the deal? There was no new food/other natural substances on the grass until Saturday. Lettuce was on the menu that day. This new addition was not just dumped on the grass like its predecessors. Pieces were very carefully placed all over this particular area of grass. They were evenly distributed among all of the dead spots. I think one of my neighbors has a serious misunderstanding of compost. Either that or fertilizer. I'm not entirely sure.
The produce on my grass sort of reminds me of one of my favorite children's stories... "Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs" in which the weather turns into food and takes over the town... my watermelon and lettuce situation is a little scaled down, but close.
Well, my biology flashcards and Mr. Shim await me. Bon Soir.
-KMW
