I have no angle
Observations on a new apartment.
A) I am not disorganized, I just didn’t have enough space for all my crap before.
B) To the chihuahua living next door, or I assume you are a chihuahua based on the high yip-yip factor of your bark, which usually wakes me up somewhere between midnight and 2 a.m.:
The only thing saving your life is that I wish no violence on animals.
C) Green carpet isn’t THAT bad.
D) There is a honeymoon period where you want to vaccuum every day and do your dishes right away and keep all of your books looking orderly and arrange your drinking glasses in perfect rows so that when you open the cabinet it takes your breath away. I’ll let you know when it’s over.
E) Home Depot: why are you so terrible at making copies of keys?
F) No matter where I live, T-Mobile’s coverage is spotty in one part of the house and perfect in another.
G) I can now accept visitors from out of town. We have enough floor space to accommodate a family of gypsies or maybe some illegal immigrants.
H) My cats are now existing peacfully in the same apartment. Most of you know that Miles and Molly are mortal enemies. I’d hoped that both would form a bond following the trauma of having to move. After roughly two days of PTSD (not eating and consequently not venturing to use the litter box, hiding in very dangerous places – in a pile of boxes, inside the record player console), both cats slowly emerged from their crisis modes. Miles, enjoying the soft carpet under his paws, would run around the living room with his tail straight up and then just plop down anywhere his heart desired. Molly definitely stays to the back two rooms, while Miles seems to own the living room and dining room. These days, when it’s time to eat, they both run into the kitchen together and eat within two feet of each other. This, my friends, is a breakthrough. Molly will still hiss at Miles, but there are so many places to hide, rooms to escape to that higher ground isn’t necessary. So Miles seems less scared which I think gives Molly less of an incentive to keep bothering him. It’s as if she’s the Tin Man and Miles is the cowardly lion and they both just got to see the wizard (Which is really funny because the green carpet makes me want to call the apartment the Emerald City).
daily life, holyoke, pets, western mass | sighclub June 5, 2006