Do lists count in this game? I hope so because it's nigh on 9:00 and I'm still at the office after moving and hauling and more moving and organizing and a couple of beers.* This is okay with me because a. the beer was on the company, and b. I'm the last guy here and the final reason I'm sticking around is to take a few moments to blog, but not too many moments, thus- a list:
Things About the New House
- It's only partly finished! There are some doors on some rooms, but not all doors on all rooms, and no knobs on any doors... yet.
- Everything is very immaculately clean and very shinily new and very inoffensively non-personal-smelling, except the closet wherein we jammed all our crap until we get a chance to organize it.
- It's neighbored by a park and a historic farm, but is also quite near the highway in a very populous suburb south of Salt Lake (we call it "South Bejeezus") which is crisscrossed with major thoroughfares and where (as far as I can tell) the only businesses are big-box stores and chain restaurants.
- It's kind of like living in the country, except not. Evidently the farm, just out our back door, is a great place for bird-watching. We heard at least three vees of geese** passing over the house this morning, which is charming. We can also hear a subtle hum of traffic all the time.
- It is deeply comfortable in every imaginable way. I woke this morning from an impressively sound rest, rolled over and said to Stan***, "Mmmm, it feels like sleeping at grandma's house." To which he replied, "Emma, it IS sleeping at grandma's house!"
- Um, so have I mentioned we've moved in with the parents? We have. Stan's mother and her husband are allowing us to take gross advantage of their hospitality and free rent in the hopes that it will advance the time line of our childbearing agenda and bolster the ranks among their steady-growing fleet of adorable grandchildren. That reason, and because we're just so damn delightful to have around all the time.
- This is an exceedingly choice situation, even if it is way out in South Bejeezus.
- For example, they've assigned us this tremendous bed we can't quite believe. Stan woke up this morning and said to me, "It's like sleeping on an aircraft carrier. They can land planes on here and you just keep on dreaming!"
- A new, more stunning view of the Wasatch Mountains- hwre!
- A commute- blech.
- A surprisingly noticeable difference in elevation/humidity- brrr.
- All those big-box stores- I have no idea how to deal with them.
- Living with moms is totally fun (I know, I've done it a lot)!
Things About the Old Apartment
- Still a huge fucking mess. Lots of work to do this weekend during the times when I am not at Werk work dealing with a huge fucking mess.
Fight A LOT!
P.S. Day three. I went ahead and added the link and the seal, up on the left over there. One of these days maybe I'll even bother to register...
* I get to drink beer at we-erk! Neener, neener, nee-ner!
*** For those of you who go way back with the Spleen, Stan =
Asberger. I know, you're not caught up- I'm working on that.
**** (mostly) Actual cheerleading cheer I happen to know, but not from being a cheerleader because I never was one. I only changed one word in this cheer, which word used to be WIN! Actually I may have changed two because it may have originally been YAY! or HOORAY! or FUCK YEAH! instead of ALRIGHT!, I can't really remember. Except it wasn't FUCK YEAH! because I definitely would have remembered that. Anyway, believe it.