I was kind of a weenie,
Monday was a perfect fall day, weather-wise. It was so nice and golden and crispy that when I stepped outside to get lunch I thought this exact thought: “Goodness, what a perfect fall day!” And then I smiled and took a deep breath and cozied up inside my cardigan and headed down the street. Then the universe said, “EW UGH YOU’RE BEING SUCH A WEENIE” and a crunchy yellow leaf swooped down and stabbed me in the eye.
I engaged in some retail therapy,
I used my eye wound to justify a shopping spree at Rite Aid. If you’re wondering what my version of a “shopping spree” is: One (1) face wash, one (1) bag of cotton balls, one (1) bottle of witch hazel, and one (1) moisturizer. Honestly so indulgent.
and my apartment was a mess all week.
Our landlords are a trio of brothers (not triplets and not, to my knowledge, a “thruple” – good thing I had the foresight to give that a quick google) that live below us with their parents. Recently they’ve been in and out of our apartment because they’re winterizing the roof and the only access is in one of our closets. It’s been a thrilling week of taking everything out of the closet, waiting for them to be finished, and then putting everything back into the closet. So fun.
Just kidding I hate it. Last night (I’m writing this on Thursday) we decided to just leave everything out because they need to come back again with a roofer and it seems silly to keep taking coats and storage containers in and out. Especially if we aren't going to film it all and then play it back very fast with a silly song playing.
Before I realized that all of this roof-related activity would take place this week, I’d planned on getting a few projects done around the house (hang different curtains in the entryway, put up a coat rack, clean the carpet, things like that) so I ordered a few things (curtains, curtain rods, a coat rack, carpet cleaner, things like that) and so in addition to winter coats and cat carriers and Christmas decorations we’ve also been stepping around cardboard boxes filled with Things.
I just close my eyes and imagine that everything is put away and hum “A dream is a wish the heart makes when it’s trapped in a nightmare…”
The brothers are lovely and entertaining, though. It’s interesting to interact with people who are as awkward as I am but in slightly different ways.
A text conversation with one of them:
After reading the exchange aloud to a coworker, I said "He's very nice but a little odd." And she said, "He's probably reading this to one of his coworkers and saying the same thing about you." I really hope that's what happened.
Then one night I got home and they had already been working for a little while. I went to heat up Baby Joe's dinner noticed that Griffon was in the kitchen with one of the brothers. I said "Oh he's out here with you! Usually he runs and hides under the bed when people come over." To which the brother replied, "Oh yeah we've been hanging around for about an hour! He recommended some latte art classes."
It's this vague, barely-funny sort of humor that I so, so enjoy. Mm.
Happy last week of October!
