wildflowersoul

Well, apparently an oven can decide that when you turn it off you really mean CRANK IT UP ALL THE WAY AND LOCK THE DOOR. So, our oven is broken. The soonest a new one can be delivered is Friday, so this week's dinners will be interesting. I have a freezer full of food, but most of it requires the oven. Hopefully I have enough leftovers tucked away in there to tide us over.

Anyway, I'm feeling chatty and listy, so I'm going to talk about my favorite children's books. Also, I had already typed up most of this post this afternoon, so might as well, right?

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I have worked really hard to not find any part of our house scary, and have been determined to not think "ghost!" while living here. Mostly because I don't want to be scared to get up to pee in the middle of the night. I'd been doing so, so well. I figured we were out of the woods anyway, given that we've been up at literally every minute of the night at one point or another this past year, and no remotely spooky occurrences have happened. So of course....

Last night during one of my half-asleep West nursing sessions (they have been going down in number, though, yay!) I had to pee, but I felt Drew get out of bed and heard him walk into the next room towards the bathroom. So I figured, oh, well, wait for Drew to get back. I waited and waited and thought that it was taking him a while to finish, then looked next to me and OMG, he was still in bed. Ok, no big, I chalked it up to being half asleep and imagining/dreaming things.

First thing Drew says this morning? "Either I was imagining things or we have a ghost." He had woken up in the middle of the night and saw me (or a me-shaped person) standing in the doorway to our room. Then he rolled over and saw me sleeping next to him.

OMG you guys. Normally my first thought is "Drew is messing with me," because I am a gullible, easy target. But I didn't tell him my story until after he told me his. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I am going to rationalize the hell out of this. I did in fact get up to pee last night, I am sure that what happened was Drew saw me going to the bathroom, fell asleep, woke up a few minutes later and didn't realize he had fallen asleep, and saw me. Yup. And I am sure I imagined him going to the bathroom because in my dream-mind I knew I had to get up to pee. And the a/c was making noises that surely sound like someone walking on carpet and then floor. No ghosts, please!

So our Home Depot project is, as far as we know right now, actually completed! We have a roof that we hope won’t leak, new siding on half the house that is not melted from car flames, and new gutters. Yays!

Of course, our joy at this development was tempered last night when, as we were enjoying the Daily Show and eating dinner, a frickin’ mouse scurried across our living room floor. OMG.

He’s kind of cute and wee, but we really don’t need a gross mouse messing with the bunnies (who look huge by comparison, even Beef Wellington looks like a giant compared to the mouse). So we went off to Home Depot to pick up a no-kill trap that I really hope works soon.

Also the front brakes on our car need a major repair. Can we please have just one week of no worries? Just one?

On the plus side, I'm loving the new gym in the morning habit. All I'm sacrificing is my puttering around on the internet time in the morning, and I get to make it home at a much more reasonable time. Today I might even have time to stop at Borders before heading home, with a stop at the Salem Farmers Market on the way.

I had a fabulous weekend. Finally! We are officially all moved in to the new place and officially totally out of Somerville. To celebrate, I just deleted all davis square related crap from my LiveJournal.

So Thursday night cayetana had the genius to set up some drinking at the Burren, and it was tons of fun. Just what we needed after an egregiously hard week of getting up at 4:30 am and doing lots of last minute moving/cleaning chores.

Friday Drew & I headed down to NYC on a late afternoon bus. We were not wowed by awesome on the Mega Bus this time, as the trip down took about 5.5 hours and involved lots of traffic and slowness. So we straggled into the city, checked into our hotel (a great find, too, on East Houston and much nicer than we'd expected from the price tag- the Gem Hotel), grabbed a couple slices of pizza, and went on our merry way to the Metafilter meet up. I maintained the perfect level of drunkenness, something I strive for on New York visits but rarely achieve (mostly I achieve "kill me now" hangovers that last the entire next day). Is it sad that this is an accomplishment? Anyway, we hung out with a ton of really interesting people, had lots of good conversation, and stayed out until 3 am. Woo!

Saturday we got up too early and obtained the cupcakes I have dreamt about for months from Sugar Sweet Sunshine. I actually now think the cupcakery in Beverly has cupcakes that are even better than the NY place. Trooped around the city in an exhausted haze, got lunch at Burgers & Cupcakes (I have a problem). B&C has changed ownership and changed both their burger recipes and their cupcakes recipes, and I sadly report that I'm not sure I'd recommend going back. Not as good as the last time we went there. After that we piled onto the bus and headed back to Beantown, where I arrived just in time to make it to dr_alycat's lovely and fantastic bridal shower. Fun times!

Yesterday we got a lot done on the unpacking front, and now have a living room cleared of boxes (not that the boxes are actually unpacked, mostly they've been shuffled up to the office and drawing room to be dealt with later). The kitchen is, like, half-unpacked at this point.

Moved!!

Or at least, 95% moved. The bunnies are ensconsed in their new palace, almost all of our stuff is in Salem. I still have to go back a couple of nights this week to grab a few odds & ends and to make an attempt at cleaning.

So tired!

What the everliving fresh hell is wrong with our bank? I swear it is run by a bunch of morons. We have tried to be as proactive as possible in this whole house buying thing, and every other day it seems like there's a new problem, one that could have easily been averted or solved weeks ago if they had just told us explicitly what they want/need. Add to that the car that burst into flames outside the soon-to-be-new-house. This entire process has sucked so much, I will cry tears of joy when it's over (which will hopefully be Friday, but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if some new assault on our poor nerves doesn't crop up by then). We just want to give people money in exchange for a place to live, why is this so difficult?!?@!