i feel like we're mildly stalking our upstairs tenants. the suspicious side of me thinks they're purposely avoiding us. but the part of me that wants to give people the benefit of the doubt just thinks that we keep missing them or if they are avoiding us it's because they're needlessly concerned/feeling threatened. whatever the situation, i'd really like to get introductions over with. if they choose to avoid us after that then that's fine, but at least we'll be acquainted and have a record of their names. i suppose the only things that matter are that they pay their rent on time and they don't burn our house down.
we accidentally forgot our crockpot at the maxipad. i remembered seeing it in the lower cupboard and thinking we need to remember to pack it. but then we didn't, so b had to get the key from our landlord's mom and go back in one last time. she thanked us for leaving it in such good shape, which was nice to hear. i'd actually felt that i'd left it in worse shape than when i moved in, but i think that's more because of age and wear & tear than anything else.
my dad needs to have semi-emergency bypass surgery next week. it's a semi-emergency because they only just realized that his main artery is clogged and needs to be cleared out asap. it's only been a week and a half since he first noticed some chest discomfort when walking with purpose. things have gone very quickly. i'm trying not to worry. i know that it's a good sign that they discovered it before anything happened, and he's been given a nitro patch to thin his blood. it just feels like he has a ticking time bomb in his chest and i'll feel at ease when it's disarmed.
to my disappointment, my appetite hasn't fully returned since i was sick earlier this week. in one way it's nice that i'm never hungry (i become quite irrational when i'm hungry), but mostly it sucks because b took me out for my birthday dinner to chien noir and i hardly ate anything. it's must less fun when you can't enjoy your food and you have to watch someone else eat your creme brule (even though you willing gave it to them because you simply weren't hungry).
it's weird living on the first floor of a house again. i haven't lived so low to the ground in a long time. usually i don't mind people seeing in my windows, but as rach pointed out, i'm not accustomed to being so accessible. that's making me a little uncomfortable. i don't like that my computer is exposed. b keeps telling me that no one wants to steal my eight year old computer, but sometimes i think people just want stuff for no other reason but because it's within their grasp. i'm going to buy a less transparent blind.
we accidentally forgot our crockpot at the maxipad. i remembered seeing it in the lower cupboard and thinking we need to remember to pack it. but then we didn't, so b had to get the key from our landlord's mom and go back in one last time. she thanked us for leaving it in such good shape, which was nice to hear. i'd actually felt that i'd left it in worse shape than when i moved in, but i think that's more because of age and wear & tear than anything else.
my dad needs to have semi-emergency bypass surgery next week. it's a semi-emergency because they only just realized that his main artery is clogged and needs to be cleared out asap. it's only been a week and a half since he first noticed some chest discomfort when walking with purpose. things have gone very quickly. i'm trying not to worry. i know that it's a good sign that they discovered it before anything happened, and he's been given a nitro patch to thin his blood. it just feels like he has a ticking time bomb in his chest and i'll feel at ease when it's disarmed.
to my disappointment, my appetite hasn't fully returned since i was sick earlier this week. in one way it's nice that i'm never hungry (i become quite irrational when i'm hungry), but mostly it sucks because b took me out for my birthday dinner to chien noir and i hardly ate anything. it's must less fun when you can't enjoy your food and you have to watch someone else eat your creme brule (even though you willing gave it to them because you simply weren't hungry).
it's weird living on the first floor of a house again. i haven't lived so low to the ground in a long time. usually i don't mind people seeing in my windows, but as rach pointed out, i'm not accustomed to being so accessible. that's making me a little uncomfortable. i don't like that my computer is exposed. b keeps telling me that no one wants to steal my eight year old computer, but sometimes i think people just want stuff for no other reason but because it's within their grasp. i'm going to buy a less transparent blind.
the evening approaches
it is the time of the winter solstice.
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