And now…with OCD
Posted on | April 7, 2008 | 3 Comments
I don’t know if I was actually avoiding finishing my pages for the month, but instead of focusing on POV or cleaning the house, D and I rearranged our home. Once the thought entered my mind, I couldn’t focus on anythign else. We had to move the rooms around.
Must.
Move.
Furniture.
The dining table is now where my office once was. Why? Apparently someone forgot to tell Portland that it was Spring. The heat doesn’t go to the back of the house, due to a disconnected heating vent. Yes, the landlady knows about it. No, I don’t think she’s going to do shit about it. Meanwhile, when I write, my toes freeze off. It’s especially hard to be brilliant when you are distracted by the possibility of frostbite. D offered to help me move my office several times, but I resisted. We finally had a proper dining-room space. The lamp hangs low over the area, perfectly framing the tall table and my HUGE bottle of Cholula. But we don’t use the damn table. It ends up being a kitty perch, or the receptacle for bags, jackets and scarves. Meanwhile, my desk gathered dust, the gold chair was only occupied when Pip was looking for the neighbor’s cat, and that space was pretty desolate. So, we moved everything. My desks line the windows in the dining room. The gold chair sits behind the couch, and we bought a new rug to fill out the new space. The dogs love it. They’ve played tag, Val uses the new rug as a launch pad, and everyone feels welome. The dining table is in the corner, where the gold chair was. Two chairs are downstairs now (I keep forgetting we have a basement, so we don’t have to keep shit upstairs if we aren’t using it), and I put all the plants on the table. Valentine immediatly took residence up on the table. Normally that’s a no-no, but what ever…. I sat more at my desk yesterday than I have for months. The space is clean. It’s groovy. Now I have to get my deadline stuff done. But I can’t use my piggies getting cold as an excuse anymore.
D and I headed to see a Lacrosse (I was totally wrong in my post on Friday) game with Miss Amandapants and her friend Jes. We watched the Lumberjacks get pretty spanked by the team from San Jose. It’s a fun sport to watch. I screamed. I yelled. I even contemplated buying season tickets. For some reason, grown men running around thwacking each other with big sticks is very entertaining. The arena was pretty full, but we snuck down to lower seats after halftime. Amanda and Jes explained the rules a bit, but most of the time we were just yelling. It’s easy to get caught up in the energy of that kind of situation.
After the game we headed downtown to a little restraunt off Ash and First called Velour. Dark, romantically moody, and filled with brick, the place oozes romance. We found a booth at the back, (it’s kind of skinny building, but deep), and waited. One of the owners gave us the crustinis for free. Some bitchy customers ordered them, but when they didn’t come out as they wanted, they broght the delectable little bits of bread, caramelized onions, and vinagreette, to our table. Starving, we gobbled them up. Since I moved here, my tastes in beer have changed dramatically. While I still love me some Tuker with OJ (fuck off…it tastes good), I’ve taken a liking to Reds. They had an exceptional Red, but I missed the name of it. Amanda and Jess had the exact same things: mac and cheese with gorgonzola, spinach and chicken. I had the veggie black bean burger, D ordered their vegetarian jumbalaya. My burger was fucking amazing. Spicy, perfectly cooked, I discern the flavor of the beans versus the other veggies, and just wanted to swim in those fries. I don’t know what they coat them with (crack, maybe?) but they were alternatly crunchy and light. It’s a killer little place, and I think D and I will head back there next Saturday after our trip to see Cirque !!!
I’m pretty proud of myself. I went to bed last night around 10, knowing full well that I had to wake up early. Before D left, he woke me up. And about a half hour later (the beagles like their morning cuddles….I had to oblige), I got up, and worked out. Starting the day off that way has made this Monday one of the best I’ve had in ages. I’m alert, almost cheerful, and ready to rock it out. Thank god I have that elliptical. It’s saving my life. And for the rest of the week, things around here will be pretty quiet. For your viewing pleasure – my week schedule:
- Monday – drive to New Seasons, pick up quick cooking dinner (something for the oven, with no slicing or dicing), work on novel, 1/2 hour on the elliptical, work on novel, bed by 10:30.
- Tuesday – wake, 1/2 hour on elliptical, drive to work….and you know…work, home, novel, dinner, novel, sleep.
- Wedneday – wake, work, coffee, eating, working out….EDITING, dinner, editing, sleep.
- Thursday – go gray, tear out hair, throw laptop acrross the room, then wake up from nightmare where I don’t finish my work for the month, wake, work out, go to work, head home, eat, work until midnight, because I will push myself like that.
- Friday – Work….and Lex is coming for a visit. Party. Laugh. Sleep.
- Saturday – Hang out with Lex, Cirque, Velour, ride the Max home. Sleep.
- Sunday – Ride a bike.
And that about sums things up. I tried to take pictures of the game, with little success, but I will post them anyway. And new pictures of the house. Oh, and my hair’s gotten really long. You may get an image of that as well.
Have a happy Monday….and if it’s not happy….find the band and listen to some of their music. Good stuff.
PS: I will edit this later. I hate IE…no native spellchecker. #&#%(*^&$(%@($#*!!!!
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April 7th, 2008 @ 6:55 pm
I love the highlight on your work week. Here is mine
Monday – wake take nick to tutoring, home, laundry, watch Stardust, finish laundry, dishes, clean the kids rooms dinner.
Tuesday – See Monday
Wednesday – See Monday, add bathroom scrubbing
Thursday- See Monday, add finish jewelry and paint the sign.
Friday – Not a damn thing
Saturday – I hear Old Navy calling
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April 8th, 2008 @ 8:53 am
Oh yes, a week like mine. Write. Freak. Write. Freak. Repeat until word count finished, then it will be Friday and time for a beer. Please let it be Friday now?
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