I received a heartening email today. A woman from church is giving me a mattress: free! Woohoo. Now I won’t be living on my floor, but I may be cruising Japanese style as I don’t have the rest of the bed apparatus. Oh well, I’ve done it before. Several times.
I have a habit of not owning beds.
The only green I wore yesterday was my coat. I forgot it was St. Patrick’s Day until I began receiving text messages from friends who love the day.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy St. Patrick’s Day. I had a good one in 2005 with Phil and Varv in Newport Beach, California. Last year I was working.
I worked yesterday, too, but went out with Martin after work to an Irish Pub. I was afraid it would be dangerous to visit a pub, I was afraid my fondness for the Irish flavors of Guinness and Jameson Whiskey would conquer me. And Irish Car Bombs? Yeah, those too.
I had a Coca-Cola, talked with Martin, and watched the strange collision of humans becoming inebriated. One couple sat quietly on a bench in the corner looking displeased to be there, but showing no signs of leaving. A group of four girls bunched together towards a wall shielding themselves from interaction with anyone. A girl bumped into me and apologized while blaming her friend for making her dance their way through the crowd.
The soda was good and it felt good not to go straight home after work. I didn’t talk to anyone other than Martin, but going out of my normal realm helped me to feel more social.
I stole this graphic from PostSecret (WARNING: Not Safe For Work. This site contains nudity and foul language in some of the “postcard secrets” sent in. If you’re not comfortable with that, don’t go there).
I stole this graphic because I’ve felt this way at times. Not presently, but I can relate.
It’s officially official. Congratulations to Tracy and Scott! Now somebody send me a wedding picture and I’ll show off the bride and groom in all their glory. (Sorry I couldn’t be there!)
In other news, I have found a new place to live. The timing isn’t bad at all. I tell the landlord I’m moving out, and then find a place to live immediately. Spiffy!
So the new place is a two-bed, two-bath w/ a good kitchen and dining/living room. It’s got washer/dryer and plenty of storage space. I’m stoked. It’ll cost a bit more than where I’m living now, but I also won’t have to worry about paint-chips flaking off the ceiling and landing on me while taking a shower. (Grrr, paint chips!)
You want to know what’s most exciting about the move? Clean carpets! The carpet in my room has been more-or-less abysmally dirty since moving in. We don’t have a properly working vacuum in our house right now, and I don’t enjoy using the shop vac for cleaning my room. I’ll clean it one more time before I move out, but I’m going to roll around on the floors in the new place as soon as I have a proper opportunity.
April 1st is the official target date. (Well, they still have to approve the application, but it won’t be an issue.) Now I just need to buy a bed. I won’t be homeless, but I’m still bedownershipless.
This video is awesome. Hat-tip to Double-J.