Monday
Jul102006
It all makes sense somehow
Monday, July 10, 2006 at 07:05AM
I have too many thoughts cluttering my brain to have any hope of writing a coherent, let alone interesting, post. I'm hoping a numbering system will assist in sharing a few highlights from the last few days in an organized and comprehensible manner. Also, this may prevent me from lighting my keyboard on fire.
1. In case you can't read the small print over there on the Currently Reading book cover, Robin is lending me The Dive from Clausen's Pier.
2. Speaking of Robin, she visited me this weekend while Brad was bachelor-partying it up on a white water rafting trip in West Virginia. Who goes to WV for a weekend to white water raft as a bachelor party? Brad's friends, of course (no, it wasn't a party for Brad, so don't go searching for a wedding announcement in number 3). I think they're crazy, but it gave Robin a chance to come spend time with me. I showed her where I work, brought her to my favorite used book store, introduced her to the local dive we call a movie theatre to see The Devil Wears Prada, and showed her the new apartment!
3. Yes the new apartment. The little hen who fends off dirty men made a stroke of the pen and the search did end. Uh huh. We signed the lease on Thursday, and later that night we brought dinner to the new place, ate standing up at our new kitchen counter, and discussed furniture arrangements. We visited again last night to hold paint sample cards up to the walls in the living room. We're thinking about painting at least that room so we don't die from White Wall Overdose in the next year. Because WWOD is a serious condition of which we are very frightened, we're leaning toward a nice Dried Grass color at the moment.
Also, the last two times we visited the apartment (we like to go there regularly now that we have the keys, even though we don't move for two weeks), the door has been wide open and our upstairs neighbor's Isuzu Trooper has been parked in our carport. Do you think these two things are connected in anyway?
Update: Brad just talked to the landlord who explained the open door phenomenon as just maintenance (but at 10:00 at night?), and he said he'd have a little talk to Mr. Trooper for us.
4. With only two weeks left as a full-time volunteer, I celebrated with my fellow VISTAs on Friday. Instead of going to work, we all met for a day of canoeing, eating and hayriding. Two important things to mention from this day:
a) Ten minutes into canoeing, I found myself entangled in a petrified tree that was crawling with spiders (I tried to find a picture of the exact spiders that attacked me, and not only did I fail, but I think I might die now). I quickly learned that screaming and flailing your paddle around aimlessly do not accomplish anything in this situation. It took much longer than I ever would have liked to get out of the tree, and I cannot speak of how many spiders touched me without breaking down, so I can't say anymore about how traumatized I am. It's very though, trust me.
b) We did VISTA mock elections, and there were plenty of categories for everyone to win something. So guess how many I won? None. Apparently I left no impression whatsoever on these people. The person who tallied the votes tried to convince everyone that I won Best Hair, but with one look at my head, they knew it wasn't true. She was just being nice. So instead, she was forced to make up an award for me, and I was presented with the VISTA Royalty award because I'm one of the nuts who served two whole years.
I feel like the numbering system only created a mess and possibly more confusion. Yes?
1. In case you can't read the small print over there on the Currently Reading book cover, Robin is lending me The Dive from Clausen's Pier.
2. Speaking of Robin, she visited me this weekend while Brad was bachelor-partying it up on a white water rafting trip in West Virginia. Who goes to WV for a weekend to white water raft as a bachelor party? Brad's friends, of course (no, it wasn't a party for Brad, so don't go searching for a wedding announcement in number 3). I think they're crazy, but it gave Robin a chance to come spend time with me. I showed her where I work, brought her to my favorite used book store, introduced her to the local dive we call a movie theatre to see The Devil Wears Prada, and showed her the new apartment!
3. Yes the new apartment. The little hen who fends off dirty men made a stroke of the pen and the search did end. Uh huh. We signed the lease on Thursday, and later that night we brought dinner to the new place, ate standing up at our new kitchen counter, and discussed furniture arrangements. We visited again last night to hold paint sample cards up to the walls in the living room. We're thinking about painting at least that room so we don't die from White Wall Overdose in the next year. Because WWOD is a serious condition of which we are very frightened, we're leaning toward a nice Dried Grass color at the moment.
Also, the last two times we visited the apartment (we like to go there regularly now that we have the keys, even though we don't move for two weeks), the door has been wide open and our upstairs neighbor's Isuzu Trooper has been parked in our carport. Do you think these two things are connected in anyway?
Update: Brad just talked to the landlord who explained the open door phenomenon as just maintenance (but at 10:00 at night?), and he said he'd have a little talk to Mr. Trooper for us.
4. With only two weeks left as a full-time volunteer, I celebrated with my fellow VISTAs on Friday. Instead of going to work, we all met for a day of canoeing, eating and hayriding. Two important things to mention from this day:
a) Ten minutes into canoeing, I found myself entangled in a petrified tree that was crawling with spiders (I tried to find a picture of the exact spiders that attacked me, and not only did I fail, but I think I might die now). I quickly learned that screaming and flailing your paddle around aimlessly do not accomplish anything in this situation. It took much longer than I ever would have liked to get out of the tree, and I cannot speak of how many spiders touched me without breaking down, so I can't say anymore about how traumatized I am. It's very though, trust me.
b) We did VISTA mock elections, and there were plenty of categories for everyone to win something. So guess how many I won? None. Apparently I left no impression whatsoever on these people. The person who tallied the votes tried to convince everyone that I won Best Hair, but with one look at my head, they knew it wasn't true. She was just being nice. So instead, she was forced to make up an award for me, and I was presented with the VISTA Royalty award because I'm one of the nuts who served two whole years.
I feel like the numbering system only created a mess and possibly more confusion. Yes?
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Reader Comments (2)
For the record, Roth went deep-sea fishing for his bachelor party. He got so seasick, he spent the first half puking. What a way to ring in his last few days as a free man.
Well at least you didn't get voted shyest (like I did in our high school mock elections). I'm still angry.