Confession Wednesdays..
Another fine day in the working world. Another fine day in the carpool lane as well. I am noticing more and more the senior member of our little carpool is a prime candidate for drug therapy. We sit in the back and are wedged in pretty tight, yet, for some reason she insists on getting her seatbelt securely fastened after I'm in the car. This requires me to scooch and lean and try to avoid her hand being on my a**. Ok fine, be safe, i'll take my chances with the windshield. Our pick up time is 5pm. Always has been. Yet, the other day I called her to see if she was on her way at 5:06pm (I know b/c she told me it was 5:06) and when she got into the car with us (at 5:09pm) she berated the driver with how she was waiting around for her and she should tell he if she's going to leave early. We all look around in bemused questionable glances being that we just sat there by the curb for a full 9 minutes waiting for her. Yet further evidence that ageing does generally suck. Oh it gets better: Monday I had to drive these people and she emails saying she's going to walk over to the final pick up spot (whatever, you want to walk 5 blocks in 95 degree hot be my guest). I get there to pick them up and my bro gets in the front and shuts the door. I swear I heard the other one shut so I lift off the brake and then I hear a howler monkey in the back. I look. She's half in and half out of the car shrieking. I stop. I've gone like a foot. She almost topples over completley. I try not to burst out laughing because C'MON, that was funny. Oh she's not amused. I apologize profusely and ask if she's hurt. No. Ackward silence ensues. Great fun. Good times all around. There's my Wed. confession.
Today, I was being a responsible employee and refilling the empty printer with paper. I go back to my desk with a slight stinging sensation I try to ignore while I read up the Express. Then I look, i'm bleeding on my darn paper and there is skin hanging off my finger in three spots. Oh the dreaded paper cut. You've got to be kidding me? I did that? Nice. At least I didn't bleed on my favorite white skirt.
In addition to this lovely tid-bit, our email is pretty much out. It was all day yesterday and today it's coming and going. I'm pretty sure I didn't get whatever was sent yesterday either. OH well. I can function without it...you know as long as we can still have internet access. That goes and I'm gone!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Pocket Full of Sunshine
I had these pants on yesterday that I like, for once they are not too long and they don't require a lot of ironing or special care, they fit nice, I've gotten compliments from people that matter, they are good pants. For some reason I just noticed yesterday while wearing them that the back pockets are quite shallow. I mean, they exist as fully functioning pockets, 2, and yet they could maybe fit a credit card the short way and it would probably still be peaking out along the top. Why? What is the point of these pockets? I have pants with fake pockets for just looks, I have pants with one pocket that you could actually fit a small notebook in, but what is up with the half pockets? I don't think they had any type of closure to the top of the pocket either so I wouldn't recommend even stuffing a folded bill in there because you'd probably lose it. So what is the point of these pockets?
And while we're on the subject of pockets, why do they sew some shut? Certain stores, JCrew does this, sometimes Banana Republic does, depending on what you get suit vs. casual, they sew the pockets shut and you have to pull the strings out or find yourself a pair of scissors in the worst case scenario to get them open. Again, what is the point of this? You're obvsiously taking an extra step in the preperation of this product to reach the public in having to sew the pockets shut, so what gives? Do we have a vagrant epidemic of people stuffing the pockets of new suits and pants with gum wrappers? Is it to prevent the inspector from shoving his calling card inspected by number 31 in there? I mean really, what? Are the pockets catching on things during shipment, like other pockets? Are you afraid people will stick their hands in there while trying on the garments and not like the pocket depth and not purchase it? Someone enlighten me please. The only thing I can think of is that it makes them stay nice and flat while you try stuff on. Which, I could find somewhat decietful because I'm going to assume then, that this darn pocket is going to flare out and look wierd if I open it up then. I mean, there must be some reason behind this phenomenon. Or maybe someone just did it once and everyone thought that was a sign of something more expensive and started doing it to dumb outlet crap as well.
I had these pants on yesterday that I like, for once they are not too long and they don't require a lot of ironing or special care, they fit nice, I've gotten compliments from people that matter, they are good pants. For some reason I just noticed yesterday while wearing them that the back pockets are quite shallow. I mean, they exist as fully functioning pockets, 2, and yet they could maybe fit a credit card the short way and it would probably still be peaking out along the top. Why? What is the point of these pockets? I have pants with fake pockets for just looks, I have pants with one pocket that you could actually fit a small notebook in, but what is up with the half pockets? I don't think they had any type of closure to the top of the pocket either so I wouldn't recommend even stuffing a folded bill in there because you'd probably lose it. So what is the point of these pockets?
And while we're on the subject of pockets, why do they sew some shut? Certain stores, JCrew does this, sometimes Banana Republic does, depending on what you get suit vs. casual, they sew the pockets shut and you have to pull the strings out or find yourself a pair of scissors in the worst case scenario to get them open. Again, what is the point of this? You're obvsiously taking an extra step in the preperation of this product to reach the public in having to sew the pockets shut, so what gives? Do we have a vagrant epidemic of people stuffing the pockets of new suits and pants with gum wrappers? Is it to prevent the inspector from shoving his calling card inspected by number 31 in there? I mean really, what? Are the pockets catching on things during shipment, like other pockets? Are you afraid people will stick their hands in there while trying on the garments and not like the pocket depth and not purchase it? Someone enlighten me please. The only thing I can think of is that it makes them stay nice and flat while you try stuff on. Which, I could find somewhat decietful because I'm going to assume then, that this darn pocket is going to flare out and look wierd if I open it up then. I mean, there must be some reason behind this phenomenon. Or maybe someone just did it once and everyone thought that was a sign of something more expensive and started doing it to dumb outlet crap as well.
Generally Surly attitude
Good morning. It's not quite 10 am but i've managed to become thouroughly annoyed less than an hour into the day. Why? Lets' just take in account that I do have a generally surly attitude and I have never been mistaken as the happy person type. I"m sure there are reasons for that inwhich my new therapist and I can discuss but I'll get back to today specifically.
Everyday I am solely responsible for getting my child up and dressed and to her location of the day. (be it school or childcare) She and I are not morning people so everyday includes verbal and physical struggles and races against the clock. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it's just not a happy morning boost. Usually by the time she reaches her destination she's perked up enough to be adorable again and I hate leaving her, which is even worse. That just is what it is. Lately I've added the additional stress of carpooling. Don't believe the radio commercials that make it out to be a relaxing way to get to work. You have to be on someone elses' schedule. You can not be late or you are just pissing off 3 other people who you are depending on to give you a ride home. Mine involves me walking over to childcare with child in tow and this short walk can vary widely in time. Once I get there and know I've at least not kept anyone else waiting I feel a little better. Then I get to squish in the back of the SUV next to a hard and pokey carseat and sit bitch in traffic for awhile and listen to someone elses' radio stations. It's all part and parcel, but generally uncomfortable. Once I get dumped at the curb at least I know I have beaten most everyone to work and can have a little time to myself before the requests start coming. .
Not so much today. Although I did beat most people in, I realize I'd left my ID card on my gym bag at my desk so I had to wait for someone to let me in. Then, after I'd gotten a paper and sat down the office pretty girl comes over and asks about a map file. We always have map issues b/c people think I'm hiding some huge library of maps and I have some magic program that makes them. Neither is the case. She repeatedly tells me the kind of map she wants which I can plainly see because she's holding it. I try hard not to dislike this person out of plain jealously but she's making it hard today. I get it. I got it. OK lady you'll get THAT map. Ok.. bye bye now. Literally 2 seconds later her well-to-do boyfriend is at my desk asking for another map thing. His is a much more complicated request, his example is from a different team and I wonder where he got it his hands on it and if they know he has it and if I'm suppossed to suspend the other work i'm also doing for his team to take up this time consuming map dotting joy. Yep, that did it. Thoroughly annoyed. Just to top that off sparky pilastry wanders over and asks me if I'd sent him something I'd sent him yesterday and isn't listening as I repeatedly say yes. Then he golfs up and down the aisle next to my cube since the server is down and well, that's just what these guys do half the time. Jealous? Maybe. But I really wouldn't want his job. I'm obviously not a 'people person'.
Good morning. It's not quite 10 am but i've managed to become thouroughly annoyed less than an hour into the day. Why? Lets' just take in account that I do have a generally surly attitude and I have never been mistaken as the happy person type. I"m sure there are reasons for that inwhich my new therapist and I can discuss but I'll get back to today specifically.
Everyday I am solely responsible for getting my child up and dressed and to her location of the day. (be it school or childcare) She and I are not morning people so everyday includes verbal and physical struggles and races against the clock. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it's just not a happy morning boost. Usually by the time she reaches her destination she's perked up enough to be adorable again and I hate leaving her, which is even worse. That just is what it is. Lately I've added the additional stress of carpooling. Don't believe the radio commercials that make it out to be a relaxing way to get to work. You have to be on someone elses' schedule. You can not be late or you are just pissing off 3 other people who you are depending on to give you a ride home. Mine involves me walking over to childcare with child in tow and this short walk can vary widely in time. Once I get there and know I've at least not kept anyone else waiting I feel a little better. Then I get to squish in the back of the SUV next to a hard and pokey carseat and sit bitch in traffic for awhile and listen to someone elses' radio stations. It's all part and parcel, but generally uncomfortable. Once I get dumped at the curb at least I know I have beaten most everyone to work and can have a little time to myself before the requests start coming. .
Not so much today. Although I did beat most people in, I realize I'd left my ID card on my gym bag at my desk so I had to wait for someone to let me in. Then, after I'd gotten a paper and sat down the office pretty girl comes over and asks about a map file. We always have map issues b/c people think I'm hiding some huge library of maps and I have some magic program that makes them. Neither is the case. She repeatedly tells me the kind of map she wants which I can plainly see because she's holding it. I try hard not to dislike this person out of plain jealously but she's making it hard today. I get it. I got it. OK lady you'll get THAT map. Ok.. bye bye now. Literally 2 seconds later her well-to-do boyfriend is at my desk asking for another map thing. His is a much more complicated request, his example is from a different team and I wonder where he got it his hands on it and if they know he has it and if I'm suppossed to suspend the other work i'm also doing for his team to take up this time consuming map dotting joy. Yep, that did it. Thoroughly annoyed. Just to top that off sparky pilastry wanders over and asks me if I'd sent him something I'd sent him yesterday and isn't listening as I repeatedly say yes. Then he golfs up and down the aisle next to my cube since the server is down and well, that's just what these guys do half the time. Jealous? Maybe. But I really wouldn't want his job. I'm obviously not a 'people person'.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Read ALL About it!
Although I"m a bit anti-routine and consider myself whatever the oppossite of an addcitive personality is, I tend to occassionaly find myself in daily routines. I say plurl b/c they do change, well at least I just have a few I change out intermitantly to obstain from boredom. You get the jist. Any-who, lately I've been carpooling a bit with some fam and I get dropped off and walk across the street to my building and there is a boy there. Sometimes he's sitting and sometimes he's standing, most of the time he has some sort of laminated sign around his neck. He's selling papers, I am not sure quite what the sign says, youth program or something. Originally I thought he might be homeless (he was sitting on the sidewalk). Today he was shouting out his papers for sale, 50 cents! People just walk by him like they walk by everyone else, not looking, not listening. Just like any other Street Sense pusher or Green Peace talker, or Homeless begger.
I started to wonder what sort of youth program this actually is. This kid had to be like 8 or 9. What good is putting him on the street peddling papers doing him? Are we learning the art of rejections and being ignored? I don't think I could think of a worse thing to do than try to haulk shit during morning rush hour to the vagrant parade of DC commuters outside a metro stop. What is he suppossed to be learning anyways? Who is watching him and preventing him from being sold into a prositution ring and shipped to Thailand? I'm just wondering.
While we're on the subject of news, I read in my Express that good old China is going to be stretching it's democratic muscles and allowing dissent (protestors), but only in designated 'zones' or areas that are far away from the main sport venues. Let's stop and evaluate this little tid-bit. Protestors, the people that are so displeased with whatever they go against any and all authority to convey their messege. You're telling these government hating people they can only do their little protesting in certain zones? I think you're missing the whole point of protesting here China. That's not really how our free-speech thing works. They say what they want, WHERE they want, when they want, and guess what? It'll be at the friggin Main Gates and not the little zone in the back alley you've so hospitably set aside for them. Why don't you mandate the size of their protesting signs while you're at it. Ahahaha, that is just too funny.
Although I"m a bit anti-routine and consider myself whatever the oppossite of an addcitive personality is, I tend to occassionaly find myself in daily routines. I say plurl b/c they do change, well at least I just have a few I change out intermitantly to obstain from boredom. You get the jist. Any-who, lately I've been carpooling a bit with some fam and I get dropped off and walk across the street to my building and there is a boy there. Sometimes he's sitting and sometimes he's standing, most of the time he has some sort of laminated sign around his neck. He's selling papers, I am not sure quite what the sign says, youth program or something. Originally I thought he might be homeless (he was sitting on the sidewalk). Today he was shouting out his papers for sale, 50 cents! People just walk by him like they walk by everyone else, not looking, not listening. Just like any other Street Sense pusher or Green Peace talker, or Homeless begger.
I started to wonder what sort of youth program this actually is. This kid had to be like 8 or 9. What good is putting him on the street peddling papers doing him? Are we learning the art of rejections and being ignored? I don't think I could think of a worse thing to do than try to haulk shit during morning rush hour to the vagrant parade of DC commuters outside a metro stop. What is he suppossed to be learning anyways? Who is watching him and preventing him from being sold into a prositution ring and shipped to Thailand? I'm just wondering.
While we're on the subject of news, I read in my Express that good old China is going to be stretching it's democratic muscles and allowing dissent (protestors), but only in designated 'zones' or areas that are far away from the main sport venues. Let's stop and evaluate this little tid-bit. Protestors, the people that are so displeased with whatever they go against any and all authority to convey their messege. You're telling these government hating people they can only do their little protesting in certain zones? I think you're missing the whole point of protesting here China. That's not really how our free-speech thing works. They say what they want, WHERE they want, when they want, and guess what? It'll be at the friggin Main Gates and not the little zone in the back alley you've so hospitably set aside for them. Why don't you mandate the size of their protesting signs while you're at it. Ahahaha, that is just too funny.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
HATER-ATER
So I saw this girl that looked like someone I knew, someone I pretty much despise and wondered why I felt this way. This person had never spoken badly of me, never done anything despicable, yet I feel I must despise her. Really? Hate her? Nah, I will admit I am just plain jealous of this girl. She's pretty , she's thin, she's from money (hard one to change about oneself) she's popular and she goes places I've never been. Everyone likes her. Actually, I honestly don't know much about her other than that. Yet, my green-ness has led to a general annoyance, and then an utter disposition. Seeing anyone that looks remotely like her brings these feelings to the surface. Why, I wonder, would you pull negative feelings from something that is basically positive? Is there a thin line between admiration and hate? No, i've decided, not a line, a chromosome. Had this girl been born male i'd probably actually really LIKE him. I mean, again, there's nothing this person has actually done to make me haterate, so I'd probably admire him very much. Ack, that's just sadly strange and true. I, as a double X carrying chromosome admire in males many qualities that would make me seeth with jealously in females. Well, I suppose that must be some sort of evolutionary thing where in the 'wild' it may be in best interest to toss her off a cliff as to make my situation and chance of offspring a little better with the alpha males.
I think they frown on the cliff tossing these days though...
So I saw this girl that looked like someone I knew, someone I pretty much despise and wondered why I felt this way. This person had never spoken badly of me, never done anything despicable, yet I feel I must despise her. Really? Hate her? Nah, I will admit I am just plain jealous of this girl. She's pretty , she's thin, she's from money (hard one to change about oneself) she's popular and she goes places I've never been. Everyone likes her. Actually, I honestly don't know much about her other than that. Yet, my green-ness has led to a general annoyance, and then an utter disposition. Seeing anyone that looks remotely like her brings these feelings to the surface. Why, I wonder, would you pull negative feelings from something that is basically positive? Is there a thin line between admiration and hate? No, i've decided, not a line, a chromosome. Had this girl been born male i'd probably actually really LIKE him. I mean, again, there's nothing this person has actually done to make me haterate, so I'd probably admire him very much. Ack, that's just sadly strange and true. I, as a double X carrying chromosome admire in males many qualities that would make me seeth with jealously in females. Well, I suppose that must be some sort of evolutionary thing where in the 'wild' it may be in best interest to toss her off a cliff as to make my situation and chance of offspring a little better with the alpha males.
I think they frown on the cliff tossing these days though...
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Another Day
So, I'm sitting here at work and although I have a lovely looking map with perhaps 50 points I"m going to need to dot and label (didn't know I was a cartographer did you?) (i'm not but they seem to think I am) I can't really start because I don't know what they really correspond to. ... well i suppose I could start, but I'm not just yet. That and I keep looking at my gmail box to see if someone is going to email me or gtalk me because I do love distractions and social connections even if I say I don't.
So, I'm sitting here at work and although I have a lovely looking map with perhaps 50 points I"m going to need to dot and label (didn't know I was a cartographer did you?) (i'm not but they seem to think I am) I can't really start because I don't know what they really correspond to. ... well i suppose I could start, but I'm not just yet. That and I keep looking at my gmail box to see if someone is going to email me or gtalk me because I do love distractions and social connections even if I say I don't.
I actually just got back from a mini-vaca. It was quite lovely really, I was pretty sure I was doing the whitest thing imaginable by going to good old Newport, RI but I did see maybe a small showing of diversity and that honestly did surprise me in the world of cable knits and shiny yachts. I was toting my little one along (well she's almost 6 so insists she's NOT LITTLE despite weighing less than the smaller of my 2 dogs) and another little girl came and said hello and hence forth anchored us into conversing with the parent and not just wandering around or hitting up the bar in the 45-50 minute wait for a table. It's odd how some kids are so outgoing while some or so shy. Mine, Ashley as she decided was her new name (she insists hers is not good enough and would like it legally changed, I don't recall ever wanted that as a kid in kindergarten) is mildly shy at times, but she was tired and this girl was very outgoing and wanted to frolic around and dance and swing around the poles outside in front of the live entertainment and well, act like a kid. My kid does not act like a kid. She just looked at me like, you're kidding right? She wants me to do what? She reluctantly followed once but came right back. Funny, the same day I got a lecture from a senior citizen before our ghost tour in which they charged me the full adult price for the 5 year old that I'd be asked to leave if she got 'fidgety' because their cut-off is usually 8 years old. I have to say I was more fidgety during the slide show than she was, and no I didn't see any ghosts. I'm going to hit up the Balitmore one next, at least that's in the dark.
Not sure where I was going with that. RI hasn't changed too much. A few more new strip malls, Dunkin Donuts is the official sponsor of RI now I'm pretty sure. It's replacing the Mr. Potato Head since Hasbro is poisoning our youth with lead paint anyways, now we'll just fatten them up a little more. You seriously can't go 100 yards without hitting a D&D. I know, I'm just jealous. All we have around here is the over-priced and slightly poisonous Starbucks. My brother and my spouse send each other picture messeges of D&D consumption when we get it around here b/c they are so rare. I got one this morning. Ok 2 from the brother. Thanks. That was my favorite donut kind too, peanut. The one the D&D by us claimed D&D no longer even made. Friggin liers. That's really not even a laughing matter.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Social Experiments
So, I certainly don't claim to ever have a single clue how people function or what people are thinking when they do things. I feel like not having taken psych in college has put me at a certain disadvantage, or at the very least I feel like i could be better informed as to the normal functions of the human mind. At least I'd have something to compare it to when people do things that boggle me. Or maybe I'd know how I'm suppossed to react in certain situations, or I'd have a list of clinical sounding excuses for my own bad behavior. That being said, I know nothing about psychology and I don't think I've learned enough on my own observations of human behavior either.
I've been reading this book (The Boyfriend List) which is written from a 15 y.o.'s perspective and I really feel for her and her HS drama recalling how everything was such a HUGE deal, everyone knew everything about everyone, and everyone was so insecure and worried about their popularity above being a decent human being. This poor girl says what people want to hear all the time and eventually starts having anxiety attacks. Sadly, I think I probably am more like her than I'd like to admit. When do I really say what I mean? I'm still so concerned with what other people might say or do, I almost always just say what I think people want to hear. I avoid confrontation like it's my job -which it's not. I used to think people were just over reacting when they claimed 'anxiety attack' until I actually had one. I guarantee 100% that could have been avoided if I'd just spoken my mind or gone ahead with the verbal confrontation surrounding the issue. I'd like to say i've learned from that, but not really. I still say nothing when I should say something. I know why, but that's an even longer story.
Getting a bit off track. The book also talked about how they'd write things down in a notebook that they'd learned about the opposite sex. That sounds like the smartest idea I've ever heard. And they collaborated with her 3 best friends so I really think they were on to something. A study in behavoir, boy behavoir of the human kind. I mean, really, even as an adult, I just don't get that and I'd like a manual sometimes. I have my own social experiments. I'll be IM-ing 2 people and I'll say the exact same thing (copy paste) to gauge their different reactions. There are standard reponses for certain questions. If I had all day I could probably learn a lot more. Sometimes I make things up to see how people react to new information. I know that I withhold information a lot too. I should stop doing this, and I don't even know why I do that. Probably to avoid any negative reactions. And in case you're wondering, I have been to a therapist. Several. None of them quite worked out.
So, I certainly don't claim to ever have a single clue how people function or what people are thinking when they do things. I feel like not having taken psych in college has put me at a certain disadvantage, or at the very least I feel like i could be better informed as to the normal functions of the human mind. At least I'd have something to compare it to when people do things that boggle me. Or maybe I'd know how I'm suppossed to react in certain situations, or I'd have a list of clinical sounding excuses for my own bad behavior. That being said, I know nothing about psychology and I don't think I've learned enough on my own observations of human behavior either.
I've been reading this book (The Boyfriend List) which is written from a 15 y.o.'s perspective and I really feel for her and her HS drama recalling how everything was such a HUGE deal, everyone knew everything about everyone, and everyone was so insecure and worried about their popularity above being a decent human being. This poor girl says what people want to hear all the time and eventually starts having anxiety attacks. Sadly, I think I probably am more like her than I'd like to admit. When do I really say what I mean? I'm still so concerned with what other people might say or do, I almost always just say what I think people want to hear. I avoid confrontation like it's my job -which it's not. I used to think people were just over reacting when they claimed 'anxiety attack' until I actually had one. I guarantee 100% that could have been avoided if I'd just spoken my mind or gone ahead with the verbal confrontation surrounding the issue. I'd like to say i've learned from that, but not really. I still say nothing when I should say something. I know why, but that's an even longer story.
Getting a bit off track. The book also talked about how they'd write things down in a notebook that they'd learned about the opposite sex. That sounds like the smartest idea I've ever heard. And they collaborated with her 3 best friends so I really think they were on to something. A study in behavoir, boy behavoir of the human kind. I mean, really, even as an adult, I just don't get that and I'd like a manual sometimes. I have my own social experiments. I'll be IM-ing 2 people and I'll say the exact same thing (copy paste) to gauge their different reactions. There are standard reponses for certain questions. If I had all day I could probably learn a lot more. Sometimes I make things up to see how people react to new information. I know that I withhold information a lot too. I should stop doing this, and I don't even know why I do that. Probably to avoid any negative reactions. And in case you're wondering, I have been to a therapist. Several. None of them quite worked out.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
So it's been nearly 2 years I see since my last blog. Wow, I've really been keeping up with that. This forces me to wonder what has either been keeping me so busy I haven't blogged, or has my life become so boring I haven't? Hm..good question. Maybe both intermitantly (still a bad speller).
What have I done in this time span? Well, let's see...2 Halloweens', 2 Christmas', 2 Thanksgivings, we purchased a townhouse in August of 2007, Chloe started kindergarten at her new school in September and finished it in June this year. Still have the same cars, I think. We have 2 dogs now, not sure if we had any back then. Lenore got married. Travis moved into a new house purchase, Ori turned 3, an office move. That's just logistics. Sometimes I feel like I do a whole lot in a short amount of time (moving, jobs changing, new schools/cars/pets/friends) , but I think even more has changed just in me being me. A completely different mindset, a completely different person perhaps. Chloe doesn't even remember 2 years ago. It was odd to see grow from a baby to a toddler to this little kid she is. It was like for every year she grew in her toddlerhood, she lost a year of memory before that. She was not even 2 when we moved to DC, she remembered for awhile where we first lived and things Stacy said before work, but then it drifted away the following year. When we moved from Park Place to Newport she talked about the old place all the time, she doesn't remember that at all now. She talks about our apartment fondly and misses it, it was a cute apartment. She may keep that memory, or maybe not since she turned 5 in the midst of the move it's hard to say.
Our new house is great. I love it. My boss helped me find it by suggesting the area, I saw it online and fell in love with it. It has a cute little half twist on the staircase and built in bookshelves in the living room. The lower level has a nice open circular plan which I loved about the apartment. I haven't really formally met too many of the neighbors, a lot are older couples still. One crazy crew owns a used book store I've come to learn. We noticed the same guy walking at a snails pace back and forth to the dumpster with a box. Later we found out he was throwing out books. To me that is a cardinal sin. If you don't want them, I'm sure someone else will. Library, schools, good will, pick one! I'm talking hardcovers, loads and loads of them. Old books printed on presses from the 1800's, new books like John Grisham novels, and everything inbetween. Childrens' books, cook books, history books, autobiographies, everything you can imagine. I tried talking to the guy that walks back and forth but turns out he doens't speak english or is impaired or something. Months later the other guy that lives there, an older indian fellow, talked to me and asked if I liked mysteries. The next day a box of books was by my door. Since then I have periodically moved items off my built in shelves to house my growing library -which i'm thrilled about because I LOVE books and everything about them from the smell, to the feel, to the weight, to the worlds within them. Maybe one day I'll even write one. Anyways, the guy still throws out tons of books. Sometimes I rescue them from their demise. I brought a bunch over to the school, boxes home to family, but there are tons that still go to the landfill which is sad. I'm sure he could partner with someone else who wants to sell that kind of book -he said he doesn' sell novels- and actually get money for them, but it seems he doesn't want to bother. He's one of the new-house adventures. He says he writes books too, childrens' books. He has grandkids. I would think someone who appreciates books like me would not want them thrown in the dumpster on a weekly basis (which it is) but I'm still working with a bit of that language barrier and haven't completely gotten it through to him that he should give them to me ALL the time and not just SOME of the time. Although, I'm sure at that point I'd probably be doing the same thing because of sheer volume. I'm already looking at my shelves like I'm gonig to need a dewy decimal system and a little set of drawers attached to the wall for my card organization. I have a loose organized shelf-category thing going but...one day i'm sure I'll get bored and overhaul it. I'm finding there is much truth to the fact you have to create a bigger mess to create order. I find that process very therapeutic. Sometimes I purposely wait to see how much of a mess I can stand before I clean it up. The contrast between before and after is always better and therefore more fulfilling. Maybe that's what I'm doing all the time.
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