Most intriguing to me is that I’ve actually never heard my neighbor—who shrieks at weird times in the middle of the night in seeming temper tantrums, throws things at walls, and blows her nose quite loudly, along with other annoying acoustical habits (just today she was blasting The Office theme song at 9 in the morning)—in any sort of passionate throes.
I’m back at home (working from home, that is) after 2 weeks (12 days to be exact!) of in-office doings, and it’s nice, Iron-and-Wine soundtracked, cozy and warm with caffeine at the ready—just as Snow-pac-looza-lypse emerges in all of its glory. In Old Man Winter’s honor I shall present this video, which dear friend S. sent me.
For you amateur documentarians and weather aficionados, here is an actual picture of my “backyard” (i.e., the view from my 2nd floor apartment’s southern-most window).
Lots of drama last night. Remember the bed-burner I wrote about just yesterday? Well, she’s at it again. (The above is a not very good picture of my building surrounded by firemen, you know, those dudes with the reflective stuff.)
To recap: I went to the gym yesterday around 7, stayed for yoga until 9, and then came home, showered, and started to make dinner. I smelled something funny when I came in the building, but it was faint, and they’d been working on one of the apartments upstairs, so I figured it was related.
Today is a weird day in my building. At 6 in the morning I was woken up by two men screaming at each other. Well, first I was woken up because there was this repeating thudding noise that somewhere in my brain I was trying to decipher—was it a woodcutter chopping wood? Someone slamming a door? It totally incorporated into my dream, in which I was somewhere in SE Asia on a bumpy road, sharing a bus seat with three people and hoping my iPod was on board.
At any rate, the dream dissolved when the one man started yelling at the other guy telling him to stop making the banging noise, which the accused man seemed to have no idea about whatsoever.
It’s sunny and beautiful in New York today. I just finished my karate-esque ass-kicking class of death, and maybe it’s the endorphins or the fact that I didn’t actually die or just that it feels good to be back and doing double roundhouses, but whoo-eee-boy, I am ready to enjoy the rest of 2009.
Seeing as how we only have 5 days left (and I have to substitute managing edit for someone on 3 of them), we better get started.
For me, it’s the Day that I Return to NYC. I have some mixed feelings about the whole thing. First of all, being the 30-something-year-old single daughter in an otherwise coupled-off family can screw with you a little. And/or make you revert to certain childish or insecure behaviors that you thought you licked long ago. And then there’s simply going from your adult, independent, all-about-you life to living with your parents again (and they like to talk!) for five or six days straight. There’s an adjustment there.
Here’s one that YUD will probably never apply for, largely because she has a hard time seeing herself ever leaving the gloriously claustrophobic confines of Manhattan—even if only to Brooklyn—much less moving halfway across the country. (She is, in many ways, a creature of habit, and Colorado is a strange and foreign land.)
Still, if and when that day ever arises, I hope the people at Aspen Magazine are hiring. Here’s why: Read the rest of this entry »
Allow me to apologize for leaving that nacho cheese post up front and center for so long. It’s true, I’ve been giving myself a little break on weekends. I mean, you get a rest day in your workout week, so what about your blogging week? And sometimes I just need to give my brain a little space. It gets tired too, you know.
Speaking of tired, today I spent the day working at a sample sale. This one, to be exact. I sorted clothes, put them in boxes according to size, emptied huge duffels of their contents and arranged those contents in pleasing, purchase-convincing arrangements. And then I did math, too. I calculated people’s bills, and ran their credit cards through the credit-card machine, and … you know what’s weird? It was sort of fun.
After all my talk of sleep yesterday I had a rather weird night last night. I had vowed to go to bed at a more reasonable time, wake up early (well, earlier than 1), and get started on the day. So I was deep in sleep by 3 am, when my neighbor came home, turned on her favorite numbingly repetitive tunes, and proceeded to have a tantrum involving extensive sobbing and wall-beating. Oh dear.
Poor neighbor. For some reason I suspect that her angst has something to do with a man rather than a job, for then she was on the phone, and occasionally yelling, and no one does that to former or potential bosses—do they?
I just got word of this cheap art festival—this weekend in NYC—where everything is $50 and under! This is a good deal, my friends. If you like art, that is, or free refreshments. And who doesn’t?
So go stimulate the economy by snagging some deals!
