List

I must get these very essential ( and some less essential)  things done today:

sign up for a gas card
find a new local bank and open a checking account
find the library and get a card
make an artistic agenda for the next week
unpack at least 2 boxes
laundry
find a local knit group and join
spoil mysef with a new book
work on the podcast issue...?.....
call family to reassure them i'm alive and well


things i've already found?

the mall
several movie theaters
a park/hiking trail
blockbuster
art store
post office
maggie moos ( its important!)
my own way to and from work without GPS
yoga classes



i'm just amazing...that's all there is to it

oh and this awesome street art:







which i think is fantastic and random for this town.

The Bedroom

Keeping in mind that i haven't yet got any nails to hang anything, or any paint to cover the blah white of my walls, oh and also I still have boxes littering my room and other rooms of the house, this little pic isn't too bad. Today, maybe, i will attack my house more vigorously.

Here's a little story for you;

Yesterday I arrive home from work around 2:30 and instantly fall into a coma-like sleep that is the result of staying out way too late with M and having an illadvised shot with the bartender of said Irish Pub. When i arrise from my slumber I'm too groggy to go and do any of the things i was planning on ( coffe shop, mall, bank, etc.) and so decide to stay in bed with a book and CSI on TV. So, about 4 hours later, I am fully paranoid and riddled with Crime Drama scenarios of all the things that can go wrong to you in YOUR OWN HOME. Now, mind you, I am home alone for the weekend since my roomi Jan and the Dog are off on a sailboat race until Sun. Suddenly i hear thumping and bumping, my cat instantly perks up and shoots off the bed and the stairs into the attic. I am tempted to follow. So i grab my toy gun ( personal security system) and then becomde paralyzed with indecision. Should i hollar out " WHOS THERE?" or should i sneak around FBI style and corner the perp? So as i sit in my bed, motionless with fear and clutching my toy gun I hear this little voice go " heeeellllloooooo?"

I instantly stow the gun, assuming a heinous felon does not have mickeymouse voice, and pop out of bed in time to see a little face peering in my door. Turns out, we have a third roomate who is temporarily living in the office and has been on a roadtrip or something this whole week. So this newcomer is small and tan, delicate with a mane of dark hair. She is also an M so we'll just call her Newcomer. We chatted for a bit and she seems pleasant so i'll try not to worry about having a third roomate in a hosue that really isn't that big and only has one bathroom.

Revelry

What a lovely night, after my dinner with my father my roomi, her boy and the lovely M and I hung out on our porch watching a spectacular thunder and lightning storm. J's boy made quesadilla's and M and I kibitzed until he kicked us out of the kitchen.  After the quesadilla's were eaten and we were all dolled up ( as defined by just not being covered in sweat) we went off into town to watch a band and have a glass of wine.

We went to Rockfish, a very well desgined bar with a upscale crowd and a crappy cover band.  We only stayed for one glass, long enough to gossip like washerwomen over everyone in the bar.  Then we went off to a local ( one block from my house) irish pub, at which point J and her boy left to go 'sleep' and M and I were on our own.  We chuckled and gossiped our way through a few more glasses of wine as M fended off a near constant stream of men who were desperate to get in a minute of her time.

As a side-note, i have to say i just enjoy the hell out of M. She is entertaining and sincere and open and just really fun.  She invited me to virginia beach for the weekend and i really wanted to go but I have so much to do here and haven't even settled in at all.  I have yet to find a lot of my belongings and forget about the studio....its a pile of boxes.  I'd like to get some work done this weekend, draw some, shoot some more...maybe get some of the studio set up. the beach would be greta but i'm just not settled in enough to be off on adventures yet.

Conquer

Yes, that bedroom is begging for mercy....that is...its very clean and organized!  Yep, Little Lady and I spent the morning sorting Polly Pocket and Barbie into their separate piles and then giving them appropriate places to live henceforth. It was very successful and we followed this amazing adventure of housecleaning up with a trip to Chuck E Cheese's.....its just true. and i don't really want to talk about it.  there were giant mechanical fluffy things singing weird variations on beach boys songs.  Nightmares.   For days.


Also, i had a lovely dinner with my father tonight, which consisted of wine drinking and ravioli and talk of economy, politics, the Navy ( we are in annapolis afterall) and whatnot.  All around good time.  We then spent a good twenty minutes on my front stoop aggressively discussing the state of modern economy.  


who am i?  

i have no idea.

Before i go to work

I did take a walk yesterday in the intense heat, with my new doggie friend, Angel and it wasn't half bad.  Annap is just so pretty, with so much to look at around every corner. I could ramble on in cliche for paragraphs...but I won't.  It's lovely, is all.

Also, i took my darling little people on a boat tour of the harbor the other day and it was such fun! They hooted and hollered and stuck their little arms out towards other boats. My little girl typically shouted "ARRRRRRRRRRRR" at passing Navy trainees.  It made for a lovely time.


that's all.

If you can't stand the heat..

Oh, if only I could get out of the kitchen, but the kitchen is everywhere apparently! It's so hot that the minute I step outside of my cool bubble bedroom, I become drenched in sweat.  I WANT to go shoot, I WANT to go explore, I WANT to not suffer near heat stroke every time I am in my living room.  But this is not to be.   

Oh for heavens sake.


Things over at the K's house are going less than swimmingly.  The children's rooms, last on Mr K's list of priorities, look like a toy/clothing bomb has recently been detonated in them.  toys which prior to the move were brand new and in mint condition are now shabby and in pieces all over the floor.  Clothes are laying around in heaps, mixed in with bedding and the occasional hapless stuffed toy.  The children, blithely unaware, flounce outside into the curtain of heat without a backward glance at the horror that is their living space.  I timidly mentioned to Mr. K that the kids might settle a little if their clothes were not creating forts in their rooms, he simply looked at me with the look of a man on the edge and sighed.  I took this as my cue to take on the rooms myself.  So tomorrow, ROOMS BEWARE, it is your final hour as a disaster area.  

We also spent an hour today driving around looking for Light, one of the two family cats.  Light ran off in a giant huff of fury when released in the new home, after having spent a week at a kitty hotel.  Needless to say, she did not stop to check out the new home, but simply bolted into the nearby woods.  4 days later we are beginning to worry and so this worry manifested as ME driving to the nearest ( i.e. 30 minutes away) animal control center.  She was not there.  Ironically on the way home, we nearly ran over a black lab who was boldly hurtling towards our vehicle and I was forced to call Animal Control.  I did not run it over, don't worry.  I did hit the brakes so hard the car skipped and all the children's toys including the water they were holding, flew forward into the front seat.  Awesome.  The dog somehow managed to turn at the last minute, a fact I only discovered after a long and panic filled minute of searching under my wheels for a fury body.


On the up side of today, I found Blockbuster and TJ Max, as well as a Petco, where i picked up some room deodorizers to help mask the INTENSE doggie smell in the apartment.  I also snagged some very cute sundresses since capri's make me want to kill someone who may have airconditioning for their home. I then happily took my new things home, greeted my canine friend and laid down for a VERY satisfying nap.  Refreshed, I may venture into the velt outdoors and try to shoot  a little.  or just grab some iced coffee.

Arrival

After many mishaps, the kind that will be funny in 4 years but are still smarting now, i am in my new apartment and have managed to hook up my computer and get it to run without shorting out the airconditioning.  The airconditioning actually takes top priority since it is the seventh level of hell here.  Hot + Humid = -4 lbs in 2 days.  So, yes i'm skinnier but now also damp and fragil.  I am sure i'll learn to tolerate it, especially since my new friend M is also from WNY and is breezing around town with a sweaty and vacant me in tow as though its a cool spring day in Vermont.  

M, a tall redhead with freckles galore and a grin that could swallow Texas, happened upon me as i was struggling another box of what was marked shoes and turned out to be books up the stairs.  M is my new roomie, J's best friend.  She had come by to let the dog out and go for a walk to see J. She instead spent the next half hour chatting to me about you name it and then went on to invite me to a walkaround the town the next day with her, to show me the sights.

So, yesterday I take the kids to Murder-Capitol and we have great fun at the aquarium watching dolphins defy nature and poking wary sea things in a special "petting" tank.   After a long drive home, in which GPS insisted i drive into a traffic jam and then refused to give me an alternative route all the while pointedly telling me to move forward please, i dropped the kids off at home and met M for our walking tour.  It was wonderful, M is open and chatty and filled me with gossip about people i don't know, interesting little tidbits about places to shop and of course, what bars have what and when. 

Afterwards, M went off to a dinner and I laid about my new room ( which is 
adorable of course) 
and watched C.S.I. till i couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

All in all, a lovely first day.




since i don't count the week at DGH.