I HOPE I didn’t catch what Tammy had. She was not exactly deathly ill while she was here, nor was she knocked much out of her usual cheerful demeanour, but man, she was sick, and I am really glad I could put her up where she’d get some TLC. I got the car around 9 and drove her to the airport. We had an extremely long and involved conversation on the way out there – and Tom L. tried to run me off the road in HIS Prius, which was amusing after I stopped cursing at this bozo who couldn’t stay in his lane.
I dealt with the flat (total props to Joe at the Shell at Main and King Eddy) and then thought f*ck it, I’ll call ScaryClown and ask him what he’s up to, seeing as how he lives about ten blocks from where the tire got fixed. He was sitting with Tyson and Luke, two buddies of his, in the Starbucks at Main and 14th, and then we had a late brekky at the breakfast joint on the south side of the intersection. His buddies (whom I have heard MUCH about, mostly positive and somewhat in relation to alcohol consumption, life threatening illnesses and mischief making) were funny and sweet and entertaining and it was a remarkably successful lunch given I’d never met them before. ScaryClown had of course said much about ME, which gave me pause, but it must have been mostly positive because they seemed disposed to like me.
Got a call from Kopper saying that I need to do something political soon, and I agreed, smiling at the notion that given what an absurd bunch of clowns we have on council in Burnaby anyway, why not have a comedian run for office? So I will be supporting same. Updates as events warrant.
Then I paid the March rent for the new place, crossed the alley and tried my front door key for the first time, and in a burst of energy, unpacked the kitchen so that when Jeff gets there in about three hours there will be one room of the house (besides the bathroom) that isn’t a complete disaster. Then I called him and gave him an update.
Sigh. Unpacking is way more fun than packing. I have now reassessed how much room will be in the new place and I will be storing every stick of furniture I have except my bed and dresser. I literally won’t have room for anything else. Oh, and I must have been taking colour blindness pills when I looked at the kitchen. The kitchen is red white and green. Yup, I have a red (REDDDDD!!!! RED RED RED counters) and white (trim and cupboards) and SLIME GREEN (remember slime green???) kitchen. The slime green is going to get buried under eggshell white as soon as I have the paint, the energy and the buy in from brother dearest.
Tammy was all upset on my behalf that Jeff is getting the lion’s share of room for stuff, but I think we’ll both be reassessing things after we’re in, and his furniture’s way nicer than mine anyway.
I am SO excited. My life is about to drastically improve, and I’m already thinking of ways I can improve the shining hour during my commute.
Red, White and Green –
or how to tell you have an Italian landlord.
Unpacking is more fun than packing?? Well, I wish I had of known this BECAUSE a third of the boxes that we brought with us 10 years ago, sit in the basement still unopened AND, before we moved, we purged like crazy — I’m sure we disposed of at least 50% or more. Oh, and we moved from a townhouse with 1140 sq feet to a single with 2,240 sq feet (I’m not including the basements here).