I'm Blending

Where have you been? You have missed soooooo much!

I have lived in this townhouse for well over a year now. I am the anomaly. I am convinced that the majority of people who live here are probably under 25 (based on the total lack of responsibility and disregard for others) . I'm not hating on the young people. I'm just following the stereotype that has been presented thus far. I realize it is strange to actually throw your trash away rather than have it spill out of your car into the parking lot--and when carrying trash to the dumpster it's just too much trouble to move two feet over to the next dumpster if the first one is full rather than to attempt to balance yet another bag on top of the overflowing pile--but, I guess I'm just a little bit crazy because I believe in personal responsibility and respect for other's living environment. What a crazy idea??

Yep, I'm the crazy lady that gets upset when someone parks in my spot. They are generally more than happy to move when I tell them they can have my spot if they want to pay my rent.

I also have no problem pulling on a bathrobe to knock on their door at all hours to let them know their stereo or TV is too loud. When met with resistance (imagine that!) I suggest I share the sounds of my early morning routine with these night owls. They have been amazingly receptive.

I have created my own little escape--my haven--within these four walls--these two floors.

It's all about communication...

So, You Got Plans?

I have learned that sometimes you just have to be very, very flexible.

Take today, for instance. I had planned on completing assignments due Tuesday. I know it's just Saturday, but I'm a non-traditional student so I try to be ahead of schedule. I have the wisdom of experience that reminds me its always better to be ahead than behind.

But on Friday, JB decided--since he had a bit of a break in the action-- he'd put that maple flooring down in the bedroom we've had stacked up in the the front room for a couple of years.

I always get very excited whenever he wants to do something like this because he is so meticulous about his work and because there are so many things left to do to complete this house. We have done a lot in our time together--it just needs more.


But after two days at it--shifting furniture and running outside to cut flooring--he really didn't want to finish it today. And he deserved a break.

He worked on the man cave instead and installed more boxes with knobs. He seems delighted.

I can't complain, really. After all, he cooked me dinner.

And that shot I have been wanting to get for so very long--the shot of Haji escorting me to the cattleguard--I finally attempted.


It's a difficult one, because I am driving and trying to shoot the picture at the same time. And if I slow down, my escort slows down. This is just my first attempt. But I suspect by summer's end, I may have what I want.