Home ownership being single has been a lot different than it was with him. For our first house, we took what one might call a lackadaisical approach. All of the paperwork, insurance and mortgage business was up to him and I just assumed things got done properly. Sometimes it did, and sometimes it didn’t. Lawn care was up to me, but I tended to focus on little projects versus the big picture. About once a quarter, I’d get inspired and…
Stephanie at Hand Gallop has these great little “weekend by the numbers” posts that I always enjoy reading. She somehow makes all the numbers even out, because she’s a rock star. They’re cute & well planned out posts. I, on the other hand, am all “I did things this weekend and there were numbers!” Expect no cuteness here. My Dad was visiting Austin-town this weekend and helped me on a ton of house stuff. He builds fancy custom homes and I assure…
When I started packing up my apartment two weeks ago it felt like waking up from a coma. As I wrapped a picture frame in newspaper, I stared at the empty box below me. I realized that I had absolutely no memory of packing up to move from my old house to the apartment. I knew that my friend and her mother had helped me, and that they had patiently wrapped so many mason jars and glasses in newsprint. I knew…
For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot Tonight after work, I move into my new apartment. I’ve been dreading it. At first I thought I dreaded the move because it was…