And though it's busy busy busy, I am gonna try to keep up the blogging a little better. One thing that will help is that: I bought a computer.
Yes, although I am living on fumes, I managed to get the credit to purchase a Macbook of my very own. I'm thrilled for two reasons. 1) For years now, the only computer I have had has been a work computer, owned by my company, a benevolent but poor npo. In many ways, that was great - I didn't have to buy or worry about my own machine. But when it comes to storing pictures, and music, and resumes for jobs at other places, and doing personals or other things, it's SO nice to have my own machine. 2) Netflix, my crack dealer, just sent an email out saying that their "Watch it Now" movie download function is available now for macs. SO EXCITING! Now I can be a total recluse and watch movies with my laptop in bed and Lois curled up at my side. I love it. I have watched two movies that way before, last winter - with the old PC laptop WX gave me, but I haven't even tried to use it in months (it's suuuuuper slow), so now I am thrilled to be able to get movies on my own, fast mac.
I haven't had time to play with the lovely computer much yet - it's not even fully set up with a cool desktop picture, or itunes and the like. I am working on convincing the IT folks here at work to set me up with MS Office and Filemaker and
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Ups and downs
It's raining out, intermittently, and I think that has a lot to do with my mood, which for the first time in a while is a smidge down - I think the rotating platter of men is empty, so that's one thing, but the other is that I can't find a roommate, which is LAME. I can cover rent alone, but barely, and it will mean I will have no money at all for anything else. There is one last chance, which is this guy from Argentina, a doctor, who only needs a place for 2 months. I am hoping he isn't put off by my place or my decor as the last girl was.
See, she was a Trixie, which in Chicago means a girl with most likely blonde hair or highlighted blond hair, a tan, and very boring but conservatively fashionable clothing, who was likely in a sorority in college, and so on and so forth. This girl was like, Oh my god about everything at my place. This is the HEATER??! What is tuckpointing?? There are no closets? No dishwasher? No central air? Oh my god the bathroom is a triangle!
See, my place is crazy and unique. It's not your normal living space. I live on a corner of one of Chicago's few diagonal streets, and the apartment itself follows the shape of the 60° angle corner, so all of the outside rooms are shaped oddly. In fact, the kitchen is so thin that a fridge has to sit in this second kitchen-type room. And, there are no closets except in the bedrooms, so vacuum cleaners, coats, out=of-season appliances, buckets, ladders (for the 10-foot ceiling lightbulb changes) and all that have to be kept out in the open.
Now I LIKE the oddness of the apartment, and love the fact that there are no side or upstairs neighbors, and that after 5pm, no one is downstairs. I love the high ceilings and the million tall windows, and I even like the fact that the space has an open plan. BUT: it's not for everyone. Plus, I have a um, eclectic?/maximalist decorating style that isn't exactly modern. I have to somehow find a person who won't mind all the craziness. And my roommate is moving out in a week.
Yipes!
Plus, Lois is sick. She has the runs, bad.
See, she was a Trixie, which in Chicago means a girl with most likely blonde hair or highlighted blond hair, a tan, and very boring but conservatively fashionable clothing, who was likely in a sorority in college, and so on and so forth. This girl was like, Oh my god about everything at my place. This is the HEATER??! What is tuckpointing?? There are no closets? No dishwasher? No central air? Oh my god the bathroom is a triangle!
See, my place is crazy and unique. It's not your normal living space. I live on a corner of one of Chicago's few diagonal streets, and the apartment itself follows the shape of the 60° angle corner, so all of the outside rooms are shaped oddly. In fact, the kitchen is so thin that a fridge has to sit in this second kitchen-type room. And, there are no closets except in the bedrooms, so vacuum cleaners, coats, out=of-season appliances, buckets, ladders (for the 10-foot ceiling lightbulb changes) and all that have to be kept out in the open.
Now I LIKE the oddness of the apartment, and love the fact that there are no side or upstairs neighbors, and that after 5pm, no one is downstairs. I love the high ceilings and the million tall windows, and I even like the fact that the space has an open plan. BUT: it's not for everyone. Plus, I have a um, eclectic?/maximalist decorating style that isn't exactly modern. I have to somehow find a person who won't mind all the craziness. And my roommate is moving out in a week.
Yipes!
Plus, Lois is sick. She has the runs, bad.
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