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Is there life outside my apartment?

9:09 AM 3/25/2010
IT WON'T BE A DULL DAY!! (my head is playing music at me again.)

1:26 PM 3/25/2010
Current contents of my fruit bowl:
3 v. large mandarin oranges
3 avocadoes, still softening
5 jars (3 large & homemade, 2 small Harry & David sample size, all from aunt) jam/other preserves
1 (partial) package candied (not crystallized) ginger
1 bag bread (sourdough, 2 slices remaining)

I may have to re-think this "fruit bowl" concept.

3:17 PM 3/25/2010
All OMG HOW MANY!?!? cans of soup have been put on their designated shelf. If a moderately large earthquake hits and I'm washing dishes, I'll have a) more than that to worry about, but b) probably an assault with a determined torrent of soup cans.

Later tonight: dinner with both paternal-line aunts! Glee! (Emotion, not show.)

2:14 AM 3/26/2010
This morning's fun: farmers market, Target, some mild housecleaning, and the rediscovery that HEY, even 10% bleach water and black clothing REALLY DON'T MIX.
Tonight's fun: crocheting with aunts, dinner with aunts, YouTube with aunts, the tail end of tonight's SPN with Tif, JD, Teshi, and Ase, an introduction to why JD's hard drive and Tif's notoriously cranky TV-box-thing hate each other and don't want to talk, followed by Weeds. I am pleased to see that there is at least one functional and loving family on the show as an antidote to the many "these are horrible people and I really want the hitting to commence" suburbanites.
Then I called Drewface on my way home to whine about the HORRIBLE TRAUMA of Mike and Connie being Mike and Connie (circa Sunday) at me.

9:24 AM 3/26/2010
Re: Amanda Palmer, Neil Gaiman: [this turned into a Long Thing about how my brain works with trust, and deserved a separate entry.]

[15:26] sithjawa: IS LUBE LUBE?
[15:26] AzureLunatic: maybe.
[15:43] sithjawa: COCK IS A PURPOSE

10:52 PM 3/26/2010
Surreal things about today: watching Weeds with my uncle. (Aunt-Fayoumis was having a crafting crisis, I was looking up help for her, and he was watching something familiar-looking on Netflix.)

2:09 AM 3/27/2010
A good time was had by all.
Went over to aunt's. Guide Dog Aunt, Aunt-Fayoumis, the poodle, and I all went for a walk (down to the first bench). Deacon is getting very creaky, and my aunt doesn't trust that he'll be able to hold his own if dogs there get rowdy with him. She is not sure how many more walks there he has left in him. He's eleven, and she's getting increasingly aware of his mortality and his quality of life.
Poodle-farts can be *deadly*. Just so you know.
Dinner followed. I crocheted, and Aunt-Fayoumis worked on a camera project of hers. I declared to raranax that avocadoes were NOT LUBE.
The Thursday night funtimes featured Tif sharing Weeds with us, to see what we thought of it; I thought it was hilarious but JD was not as amused (the PTA moms are horrible people, and it had a lot of suburbia). When I wandered into the computer room to look something up for Aunt-Fayoumis, I vaguely recognized some actors on whatever it was that Guide Dog Uncle was watching. I wandered back in, and recognized more. Yep. Weeds. Highly amused.
Stopped by Safeway on the way home for bread. Realized when I popped out of the car that I'd not grabbed my cane. Opted to do the quick little shopping trip without cane. Success! (I sometimes don't use it at Trader Joe's as well.)
MissKat called sometime after I got home. I did not fail the football field today! (Uh, that means that I successfully answered the phone when it rang. Also, that the phone successfully rang.)

8:14 AM 3/27/2010
Not officially awake yet.

12:48 PM 3/27/2010
Officially awake (been so for a couple hours). Got River Lies in my head. (the album, Stars Fall Home, at CD Baby.) No idea why.

3:05 PM 3/27/2010
Mary-Louise Parker is very pretty.

11:24 PM 3/27/2010
Went on walk with aunt after she got back from tango, with both dogs. Deacon was looking very sad so she brought him along, and she worried about him the whole walk, and after he started to look like he was limping we turned around, lacking maybe 20 yards to the water fountain. Then Dazzle looked like he was going to hork up something, but didn't. She dropped me off so I could grab my car in case things went too late, then we had dinner and watched a movie. This time it was Saving Grace, which makes two destitute-widow-tries-to-support-herself-by-selling-weed plots I've watched in as many days. Then we went online and watched some Bill Bailey comedy, given that he was in the movie and I enjoyed him.

Tomorrow there will be *ominous music* THE POTTING OF SUCCULENTS II: SUCC MORE. Also it will be time for my weekly call to the best friend, and perhaps this time I can avoid giggling in my sleeve about mistaken assumptions.

1:02 AM 3/28/2010
Have belatedly got the plan of my apartment grabbed and uploaded.
Floor plan of Azz's apartment.
The studio apartment is 401 square feet. The entry is tiled with real slate. Across from the door is a low IKEA square table, holding a reusable shopping bag and a dejected-looking jacket. There are two other matching tables throughout the apartment. Immediately behind the door as it swings open, there is a blue IKEA bag holding three paper bags of recycling: paper, plastic, and stuff that might get a deposit back. There is a tiny kitchen with a 2/3 sized fridge, a one-basin sink, a glass-topped stove, a dishwasher under a tiny patch of counter space, and another patch of counter space over four drawers. The kitchen is floored in faux-wood plasticy flooring. There is also a pantry, which is hidden behind sliding closet doors with mirrored panels. The combination washer-dryer is in the pantry.
This is a studio apartment. The living area is 13.5x15 feet. Immediately to the other side of the door lurks the charging Roomba, the dark red R. Daneel. A small whiteboard hangs on the wall over him. A computer desk and associated shelving (the second tiny IKEA table holds the multifunction scanner/etc. on one side, a tall grey metal four-shelf unit holds UPS, wireless router, desk lamp, and innumerable papers and ... stuff on the other) is along the same wall as the door, and the computer chair needs to be moved to the side in order to slide the glass door to the patio open. The sliding glass doors are usually obscured by the closed vertical blinds anyway. There is a cheap IKEA loveseat in front of the part of the sliding glass doors that stays immobile. It can fold out into a bed, but is in seat form now, with assorted items stacked on it. A floor lamp hides behind it. A fireplace takes up the diagonal space in the far corner, with a sword resting casually on the mantlepiece among other assorted pagan items. Against the far wall, a bed; if the confusion of blankets and pillows were removed, it would prove to be also IKEA, a hand-me-down from JD's college days. Another floor lamp, this one with convenient downward-pointing reading light aimed at the head of the bed, sits next to it. A low table (#3) sits in the corner, holding nightstand-type items such as speakers, a portable CD player, a tiny halogen lamp, a box of tea bags, a pen, and a hairbrush.
The final side of the living area has the entrances to the bathroom and kitchen, with a stretch of blank wall in the middle. An IKEA bookshelf, the sort composed of cubes, sits on that wall, 11 out of the 16 cubes stuffed with books, 1 with DVDs and books mixed together, 1 with a cardboard box holding scribbled-in blankbooks, 3 with black canvas drawers.
An IKEA laptop desk drifts around the living area, sometimes closer to the computer desk, sometimes closer to the bed. There is nothing in the center of the room (occasional floor-laundry aside), mostly because it would be a constant tripping hazard in the small space.
There is a tiny hallway to reach the bathroom, with mirrored closet doors on one side and a nook on the other. Another cube bookshelf is fit into the nook, this one 3x3, from Target, and with almost equal numbers of electronic bits, hand tools, and toiletries and feminine fripperies in, on, and around it. The closet is tiny, and stuffed with mostly-black clothing.
The bathroom is equally tiny, and one must close the door to sit on the toilet or jump in the bathtub. Happily, the bathroom is floored in the same faux wood as the kitchen, and there is no attempt to keep a carpet sanitary. There is a bathmat, which takes up nearly the whole of the available floor. The bathtub has dreadful sliding glass doors. The vanity light and bathroom fan are controlled from the same switch. The bathroom is too small to have a second light. There is no medicine cabinet; all the bathroom stuff is either on the tiny scrap of counter space, in the cupboard under the sink, in a black canvas box on the top of the toilet tank, or perched precariously on/around the bathtub and shower.
Throughout the whole apartment, the carpet and walls are all nearly the same shade of warm beige, relieved only by white trim. At least the popcorn ceiling matches the white crown molding. The kitchen and bathroom, thankfully, remain un-popcorned.

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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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