Archives for September 2007
Days are passing with precarious speed–can you believe September is nearly gone? The weather here has almost completely lost its humidity, and in the early mornings in particular one call feel the new season tapping on her cheeks and fingertips: let me in.
We close on the house on the 8th of next month! It’s practically ours. Our banks have shaken hands on the whole deal; the website listings have that beautiful red stamp “under contract” that was always such a disappointment to me in our house hunts, but now it’s our contract that something is under. It’s hard to believe all that has transpired in the past nine days. I have gone from looking for apartments to rent to searching for floor tiles and kitchen appliances. Amazing how quickly things change. While this change is as welcome as the cooling weather, it also serves to remind me of how fragile our world is. It is good to know that in all these changes One Thing stays constant.
of my window
the ocean fits.
edit: The realtor called, and the bank accepted our offer!! Holy Buckets! So now we have to find an inspector to make sure the house doesn’t have any hidden surprises, like faulty wiring or a sinking foundation. Here are pictures and information; no stick-shaking, if you please!
(Which is EXACTLY why we wanted it.)
Living room–two stories tall. That wallpaper is going to be a BEAR to get off, so any help will be greatly appreciated!
The dark stuff on the floor…that’s dirt and grease. But the window on the right is a bay window! 😀 So it all evens out in the end.
Yesterday I bought this book, and I think I am adding it to the esteemed list of “Books That Erin Likes Quite A Lot”. If you skip the rubbish about the Neanderthals and Cavemen (mercifully only a few pages long), it’s actually a great objective look and how wonderfully weird our English language is, and the factors that made it that way. (And it includes random lists of wonderful words such as the one used to title this entry, which I will NOT give the meaning to, but will tell you that I am one. You’ll have to look it up for yourselves.It’ll be fun!) At any rate, it’s far better than the last book I bought by the same title, which was a long, dry and wordy study concerning how children acquire language, which is really an interesting topic, except that the author was wont to explain everything away as unremarkable or just another sign of evolution, and it made me feel rather like I was reading about the process of wallpaper removal (which surely isn’t as interesting as it might appear.)
Speaking of wallpaper, yesterday we went to sign papers on our offer on a house we are trying to buy. I can tell you that we’ll probably hear tomorrow as to whether or not they’ll accept the offer, but I won’t tell you anymore than that, because I am hesitant to load this entry with information about a house that we don’t really have yet. I promise instead to keep you updated as things unfold, and to wallpaper this page with pictures and websites and more information than you can shake a stick at once we’ve got it. (And probably to overwhelm you all with exclamation points!)
I just saw this, and literally said “Oh, no!” out loud.
Your rendition of Nessun Dorma is and always will be my favorite aria on my World’s Greatest Opera Hits cd.
Edit: So I was awake last night from 3 a.m. to about 6 this morning. Who knows?
Laying awake at night can yield the most fruitful thinking sessions sometimes. Last night, for whatever reason, I began thinking of limericks, then tried to compose my own. Writing a limerick in the middle of the night is something like trying to finish a Sodoku puzzle where you realize, at the last line, that you’ve done the whole thing wrong.
I decided that if we ever owned a Siamese cat in the future, her name should be Tuptim.
I made a mental list of the things I had to do today, then erased it all when I remembered I already had made a real to-do list, and it was sitting on our coffee table.
I briefly considered switching from limericks to haikus, then decided against it.
When I finally fell asleep I dreamed I killed three men in self-defense.
…when you see one of those
parking lot carnivals,
and all you can think of
is a stomachache.
Edit: I should know by now to never, ever follow the links to the online “news” stories that are always present on the left-hand side of the screen when I access my hotmail account. (WHEW that was a long sentence.) Even though the topics may be interesting, and the catch phrase, well, suitably catchy, they are most often hardly worth the title of “news” and are nearly always a waste of my time.
It should seem common knowledge to someone in the journalism business–or at least to a college freshman, if they were forced to take a sociology class their first semester, like I was–that 26 people hardly constitutes a survey, and even if it did you certainly couldn’t publish the results as scientific. But twice now have I blindly followed MSN’s catch phrases to an article which used a “study” of that many people (or less) to make some ridiculous statement about mankind as a whole.
I always imagine that somewhere out there is some young online journalist who is as bad at procrastinating as I am, and once again running up on a deadline she (or he) is frantically trying to find something to write a story on. Scrambling though the recesses of information that the internet has to offer, she finds the blog of an amateur sociologist and, by now desperate, converts their meager findings to a 200-word generalized blurb about the human race with a catch phrase just good enough to catch my eye while I’m checking my mail.
I am Not Amused, and the kitten sitting parrot-like on my shoulder most certainly agrees.