Dear person,

Dear person putting flyers under my windshield wiper,

Last Friday you put a flyer under my windshield wiper, it was more of a postcard than a flyer, but you put it there none-the-less.  I didn’t drive my car all weekend.  I am assuming it was Friday you put it there, but it could have been Saturday I suppose.  No later than Saturday morning, I know this because Saturday afternoon it poured.  Torrential downpour.  A river from the sky.  It was awesome.

What is not so awesome is waking up Monday morning and finding a soaked flyer (postcard) stuck to my windshield because it had dried to my windshield.  After a day and half of scraping at it, and trying to peel it all off, I am left with a matte outline of white paper on my windshield.  I’m sure it will eventually come off.  I hope.

Regardless, you suck.

Not your friend at all,

AJ

The Nook

Back when I taught at ACE computer camp I discovered my first nook. A little shelf on the second floor that actually hung out over the first floor. It was carved into the wall so it was sturdy enough to sit on (literally it was part of the wall). I sat up there sometimes and read over hanging the first floor. I called it a nook. In my memories I sat there way more often than I actually did. But that’s what memories are for, exagerating the good times.

Since Sarah started moving her things in a few weeks ago we’ve slowly been turning it from “my apartmet” to “our apartment.” This includes rearranging the whole apartment. Closets hae been cleaned and reorganized to create more space. Furniture in the bedroom has been moved around to make it more homely for Sarah; and finally last night Sarah created her own nook in the living room.

She had gotten this idea Sunday to get her own desk for the living room. It so excited her that Monday after work she ran out to buy a desk. After four long hours of cleaning and moving around furniture Sarah’s desk is in a corner, making her own nook for her to feel completely at home in. It’s a good thing.

Family Calls

Over the last week I’ve missed a number of calls from my sisters. It’s one of those timing things. Phone calls come while I am driving, or don’t have my phone on me, or don’t notice it was ringing, or just in general am busy when they call.

Sometimes I call right back, sometimes they leave messages, but often it’s nothing specific, and sometimes I decide to wait till I’m free to call them back. And often, I just forget til it crosses my mind to call them later.

Every once in I hear something threw a family member that
makes me regret not talking to them more often. Like this weekend. I haven’t talked to Mim in a few weeks and then find out something big has happened in her life that makes me wish I had been there to talk to her, or at least heard it from her instead of my parents.

From this point on I will be more vigilant about returning calls. At least to family. 🙂

Woot

It was a long weekend. But a good one. In fact the last two weeks have been pretty great. After a horridly agonizing ending to July, it’s good that August starts out positive.

My parents were out to visit this weekend. The butt of jokes is that all my siblings live in more appealing places to visit than me, hence my parents never visited me. It wasn’t true, they just never visited often. With a sister in Boston, one in Miami, one practically next door to my parents, and a brother stationed…. Well I don’t know where he is stationed, haven’t spoken to him in a long time. Cleveland (as with Buffalo before it) doesn’t stack as up as anyone’s top place to visit.

But we had a good weekend. Like just about anyplace you lived a while, you find the go-to spots for visitors. With my parents we hit up the West Side Market, The Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame, Edgewater Park for grilling and lounging, the Natural History Museum, and the newly renovated Capitol Theatre for a movie (Eat, Pray, Love… I owed Sarah since we saw The Expendables on Friday night… which was awesome). And they are eating breakfast at The Diner on Clifton this morning. So it was a full, fun weekend.

We didn’t even hit everything Sarah and I threw out as a potential activities list. There was the Museum of Art, the Botanical Gardens, eating at / touring the Great Lakes Brewery, the ridiculously awesome Cleveland Metroparks, the Coffee Pot diner, baseball games, frisbee golf, cruises on the lake, and more. There’s way more to do in Cleveland than one thinks.

However when my college friends visit it seems to revolve around going out, playing frisbee and eating.

Goodbye JULY

Last couple hours of July.  Good-fucking-Bye.

Longest week of my life.  July certainly went through a lot to try and not end.

So glad to see it go though.

Til Next Year July.

Eat it.

~AJ

Still Tired

It’s was a long weekend. For a couple reasons. Mostly because I was recovering from driving back from Delaware late Wednesday night, and I didn’t get the recovery rest I needed.

But I’m working on that, catching up on rest that is. I don’t think I’m succeeding but I’m working on it. I’ve had a slight amount of free time in the eveningsg, but I’ve had things on mind that haven’t made sleep exceptionally possible. I did, however, clean the hallway closet and bedroom closet last night. Although thinking about it now I have a couple other changes I want to make to the organization of the hallway closet.

Kitchen needs to swept and mopped. Dishes have to be done. Maybe a last load of laundry (a few sheets and bath mats is all that is dirty in the apartment… I did four loads of laundry last night). Living room and bedroom need to be vacuumed. Bathroom mopped. Probably organizing the kitchen cupboards, cleaning out the medicine/cleaning supplies closet, de-shedding the cats, giving the ferret a bath, organizing the dresser and clothes closet, going through junk / memory boxes and starting to take bottles (beer, wine, condiment, etc to the recycling bins around the corner).

If you can’t tell I’m trying to keep myself busy and moving. It’ll keep my body and mind occupied for the time being. And having a clean apartment at the end of it won’t hurt either.