The hubs, the cat, and I have moved and are in the process of adjusting to life in a new place.
Last time we moved I posted pics of the new place because I lurved it. This time…
Well, it’s not the worst place in the world, but it’s not my wood-floored, front porch having, charming little apartment. So no pics. Except for one, which shows the only counter space in my kitchen. My mom pegged it by saying my kitchen was basically a closet with a stove and refrigerator. Cooking has been very interesting, to say the least.
Annoying? A bit. But we’re saving money with this place, cash that we’re hoping to put toward buying a house next year. I actually talked to a lender when we found out our lease wasn’t being renewed, but I didn’t want to rush the process – two months just wasn’t enough time for us to comfortably shop around for the place we’re going to spend the rest of our lives in.
I’m trying to get back into the process of blogging, but since we moved, I’ve had this feeling of running behind. It’s like I woke up late (a week and a half ago) and I just can’t catch up. I think it’ll be a few weeks before I’m feeling completely centered again. By then it’ll almost be fall and the air will (I hope) have a chill and I can make a ton of comfort food without melting into a puddle in the Closet Kitchen.
I also need to get back into reading and writing, two things I’ve done way too little of this summer.
Speaking of summer, it’s almost Olympics time! I’m not one of those gung-ho watchers, but I am a fan of gymnastics. My own gymnastics career was short-lived, because I really wasn’t that good, so it’s fun to watch people flipping around like they’re supposed to, instead of clumsily cartwheeling on the beam and grabbing their coach’s hair to keep from falling off when the landing doesn’t go quite as planned.
Yeah, I might have done that. More than once. Sorry coach.
Well, that about wraps up my ramble, except for one last random story:
When hubs and I moved into our apartment last summer, there was a shadow of something in the ceiling light fixture in my office – it freaked me out because I thought it was a dead hellgrammite or something equally yucky. I chose to ignore it.
Then the lightbulbs burned out and my husband unscrewed the fixture and took it down.
It was NOT a bug. Instead it was…
(scroll down for the shocking reveal!)
An animal cracker. (pic source)
A freaking animal cracker. I’m pretty sure it was the elephant.
How is everyone else doing? Anyone else planning to watch the Olympics? Anyone else attending WriteOnCon next month? Regale me with your own random stories!