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Softly ascending and descending

After the monster blog post I already put out here today, I decided a second post published today should be much simpler. Read the rest of this entry »

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I like to move it, move it

One year ago tonight, I was desperately stuffing the last of my belongings into boxes. I did not have enough boxes, so this was pretty frustrating.

My mood that night was one I’ll never forget. I was actually sad to be leaving my little apartment. I remember when I first moved in, it felt like home. And still, when I think about it today, it feels like home. Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be in my house almost any night, but I got lucky when I found that dwelling.

It was dark in my apartment on this night a year ago. I had unplugged the light in my living room. Of course, I’d plug it right in again in the days to come. I still had to give the place a good cleaning. And it was the ONLY light in my living room.

I slept well that night, and got up early the next morning to get a latte from Starbucks, pick up the truck from U-Haul, grab some more boxes from work (hopefully!), and make it back to my apartment before my moving-helpers arrived. Read the rest of this entry »

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I need to get in here…

After I moved into my place on a Saturday, I realized Monday morning was going to come around quickly. And I was going to need to use the bathroom.

I decided to clean before moving my things in. It took me the entirety of a Sunday afternoon to get the drawers and shelves in the vanity clean enough for me to put my things in them. I still can’t understand why the previous owners left everything so nasty.

There’ll be a lot of pictures with this post too. I plan on remodeling the bathroom, perhaps this winter, and I will love looking back at this post.

bathroom from hall

This is the view of the bathroom from the hallway. It is quite narrow.

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Preheating the oven

What a title, eh? Here’s the deal: after I closed on my house, I did not live in it for another three weeks. I had quite a bit of time to get things ready for the big move.

Cleaning my kitchen was a big job. The people who lived here before me were not clean. One of the strangest things was that there was what seemed to be cracker dust in every single kitchen cabinet and drawer. We joked that it might have been the remnants of crack. How does that happen?

Anyway, here are some pics from the first days of working on my kitchen. There have been many changes to these rooms since: new paint, new ceiling light, new stove. But you have to see where I started to be somewhat impressed with the transformation.

The kitchen

A view of my kitchen, as seen from the dining room.

The kitchen rug

This is one of the first things I bought for my house. I did it in the two months between offer accepted and closing.

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Where do I start? The rooms you need the most.

A feeling of being overwhelmed started to hit. You walk into your new house, and there is so much to do. And so many things you need that you didn’t need in your apartment.

First, I scrubbed the kitchen floor because it looked horrible. It didn’t take long for me to discover, though, that what was making the kitchen floor look horrible did not come up with a rag and elbow grease. So, until I replaced that floor, it would continue to look horrible. I’ll show you some pics in a future post.

So, I started working on a room where I could make a difference: the bathroom. There are quite a few pictures in the rest of this entry. I hope you enjoy. Read the rest of this entry »

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Realizing the rules have changed

First, I need to set the scene. I’m wearing a cardigan with multi-colored stripes. So multi-colored that I will only name three: olive green, salmon and sky blue. And I’m wearing a long jean skirt with sandals.

It is raining outside, so I’m carrying an umbrella. It’s the umbrella I got free from Vogue when I signed up for a subscription. It is a pretty royal blue-red-cream plaid pattern. While quite chic, it does not match my outfit.

I feel I look pretty clownish. Not a big deal, but worth noting.

It is September 2nd. I realize I’ve forgotten to pay my rent. Luckily, I have until noon on the 2nd day of the month to get my rent check in. I leave work early for lunch.

In some careful maneuvering, I get out of my car, jean skirt, umbrella, sandals and all, and walk up to the rent drop-off. I see a sign that says, “Your rent is now late. Please add $40 to your check. Thanks!”

I know this isn’t true because it’s only about 11:40 a.m. I figure they put the sign out early, and head inside to state my case.

“The sign says my rent is late, but it’s not because I have until noon on the 2nd day of the month,” I say.

The girl behind the desk says, “What?”

“My rent isn’t late yet.”

“You have to pay it on the first,” she says.

“No, the sign on the wall says I have until noon on the second.”

“What sign?” says girl in the next room, but with a major glassless window-like opening.

“The sign on the wall says we have until noon on the second of the month. It’s the second, and it’s not noon,” I plead. Then I realize. It was probably a year ago since I saw that sign. The rules have changed.

“Per your lease, rent is due on the first of the month. It’s the same for everybody,” next room girl says.

I am just livid. I don’t have my lease with me at that moment. My rent check is already written out. My purse is in my car. It’s raining outside. My umbrella is perched on my shoulder, surely framing my face like a halo.

Here’s what’s going through my head, “If I swear at them right now, if I really go off, can they call the police? Could they get me for harrassment? What if I just don’t pay the $40? What if I refuse to pay? What would happen?”

I take my check, and slam it down on the desk. “I am so…” and muffle the rest, as I turn. (It was going to be ‘flipping peed off,’ for the curious.)

As I open the door, girl in the next room sings out, “Have a nice day!” Smiley face, smiley face.

That’s when my umbrella gets caught in the door. I keep walking forward in the rain, refusing to turn around, as my arm reaches back over my shoulder, my umbrella holding me back. I shake it free, in grand form.

In discussing with friends later, I told them I now realize how Steven Slater-like incidents happen.

They change the rules, and don’t put up a new sign. How is that okay?

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A silver lining to a snowstorm

You may remember a particularly troubling/annoying neighbor from a previous post.

He annoyed me once again about a week ago. He and his toddler of a child were walking up and down the halls the other night. The poor kid had no shirt on. This is significant because the temperature outside was 20 degress below zero. So the temperature in the hallway of my apartment building was probably about 50 degrees. He told me the kid needed “to spend some energy.” I wanted to say the kid also needs a shirt and shoes. But I didn’t.

Anyways, the snow was really coming down this week. But above that, it was super cold. Just yesterday, it was 30 degrees below zero. So, not only is it difficult to shovel a lot of snow, but it’s even more difficult when it’s life-threatenly cold.

I got home from work, and of course the parking lot of my building was not yet plowed, even though the worst of the blizzard had ended the night before. I had to go to work over three-foot snowbanks and come home from work over three-foot snowbanks.

So, I got my car into my garage and started shoveling. The guy in the garage next to mine was doing the same.

Annoying neighbor comes along with his snowblower — and blew most of the snow away from both of our garages! I still had snow to shovel, but not as much!

Thanks, annoying neighbor! You get a thumbs up!

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