Pounds lost since Sept 18th: 15
Pounds to go: 8
Inches lost in waist: 4
Inches lost in hips: 6
Percentage of old wardrobe I can wear again: 90%
Archives for February 2007
For some time now we’ve been wanting to do something with our dining room table, whose scratched and spray-painted surface has had to be covered with a slightly-too-large tablecloth that has the annoying habit of being long enough to be sat on. It’s a pain, but it’s somewhat pretty, and it conceals the ugliness of the table itself, only exposing the legs which are sleek and shapely wrought iron.
Since our dining room has something of an Italian theme going (supplied by the fact that all of Jeremy’s venetian art is on the walls) We thought it would be interesting to mosaic the top of the table, making it both aesthetically pleasing and uniquely ours, but we weren’t really sure how to go about finding the glass/stone/bits of pottery that would need to be employed in such a project. Thus the mosaic idea was put on the backburner for a while, and the tablecloth left on the table, while I fantasized about throwing the whole set in the trash and starting afresh.
About a week ago, however, we found out that Ikea (the large Scandinavian furniture superstore with Wal-Mart prices but quality to boot) not only salvages its broken plates, vases, cups, saucers, etc.–it puts all the pieces in plastic bins to be perused and picked through by starving artists yearning to make mosaics. For free!
So yesterday we trekked down to 17th Street and came back with a small tub full of glass and ceramic pieces. The table may finally be covered! And by something other than cloth!
Now all I have to do is…learn how to do mosaics.
I opened the laundry room [closet] doors yesterday to move some clothes into the dryer, and froze as I could hear a steady drip, drip, drip somewhere in the back left corner of the room [closet]. I pulled out the stuff I had sitting on the water heater to find that a pipe coming from the top of the contraption was leaking water at a quite steady pace. The water was then running down the side of the heater, forming a puddle on the floor, and whatever this puddle could not hold was leaking out into the hallway. I set a bowl underneath the pipe to catch the water and went to call the office. When I came back to it some six or seven minutes later, the bowl was almost full. It was a steady leak.
This morning in our English class I brought the ladies an envelope containing about 220 nouns, pronouns, adjectives, verbs, adverbs, and whatnot and, pouring the contents of said envelope onto the table, had the students make sentences separately or a story collectively. They chose the former, and we sat around the table for forty-five minutes or so stringing words together to make coherent English sentences.
It was interesting to me to see the different approach that each woman had to the assignment. One started right away with forming several small phrases, while another formed one long sentence, than seemed rather lost as to what to do next. A third, the philosopher of the group, wrote this:
I am the glad daughter living in Georgia.
It’s difficult to live here. When I’m very sad,
I really write for the beautiful…to the sun,
the clouds, my father, my sister, and all is brilliant.
I bought myself a new coffee maker not long after I finished writing the last post, spending a good fifteen minutes or so in the appliance aisle at Wal-Mart debating on size and style and wondering why everything I own seems to be flimsily made of plastic…I don’t think I like plastic anymore.
I finally settled on one maker that looked suspiciously like the one I had before (the one whose coffeepot met its most untimely end in the kitchen sink) except it boasted a twelve-cup capacity instead of only four. Since Jeremy has recently taken up drinking coffee when I make it, I thought it would be prudent to have the ability to make enough for both of us at once. This is the reasoning of a college-graduate mind. I am glad to see that the mounds of student loans are there for a reason.
We have something of a phenomenon occurring in the hallway in front of the bathroom: a leak that apparently has no source, no rhyme or reason to the way it appears and disappears at will, and no way to be fixed. The maintenance guys have been in to look at it at least five times since before Christmas, but have found no problems in our apartment, the apartment above us, or the foundation. It’s all very strange and disconcerting.