New Leaves

Oh, My darling... I have such plans for you.

I've not been around much lately because I have so much going on. This week and for the next two weeks my apartment complex has decided to put water meters in all of the townhomes. This means that we will eventually be paying for our own water. However, I doubt that it means that we will get reduced rent when that comes into effect.

In addition to the above wonderful news [/sarcasm], they have been turning off the water every single day between 8:00a.m. and 4:00p.m. To make things even more comfy that means between those times, not only is the water off, but they've been coming in and out of the house.

If that wasn't enough, I have to round up the cats every morning and put them in the upstairs bathroom during those hours. I have employed all matter of trickery. Cat nip. Canned cat food. String. This is their reactions:

Silas: Yo... food. I'm there.
Manna: Cat nip. Mom's been holding out.
Scruffy: I don't know about this (tenatively waiting out in the hall so that he can bolt because he's so skittish. The cat shat himself one time when John sneezed in the shower.)
Hemlock: You are gonna have to chase me down. I am not stupid.

So, this is my three week joy.

I don't even want to know what sadistic thing I did to reap this karma.

In all of this hubub, someone saw fit to steal my ride. That would be the broom. Or perhaps the crafty dustpan finally talked the broom into some odd vegas adventure. They are probably playing slots even as I type. Well, I wasn't that fond of you, Mr Broom... anyways, you were always leaving straw behind when you were supposed to be leaving *nothing* behind. That's the idea behind sweeping afterall. And all the dustpan was good for was picking up crap. And, I can replace both of you, very easily. So there!

Romantic talk for my townhome before spring cleaning hits. This is the week. Can we all be extremely ecstatic that it's the equinox this week?

I can't explain it. I just do it. To make it even better, John's not under my feet while I'm cleaning. No offense, but some things a girl takes care of herself. (cough) And this also means no protesting when I go through the closet I've been asking him to help me with since we moved in. I'm not upset about it. In fact, I'm over it. But it doesnt mean I have to live with it. So, the mutual study is getting my special attention this weekend.

Oh, My darling, I have such plans for you.

I've a good start on the house cleaning. I woke up at six and cleaned the fuck out of my house. Now, it's laundry time.

I had a dream about Paris last night. Funny that my mind should give me a dream about lovely intricate moulding, and wrought iron. To make it even better, during the time that my dream occurred, the sky was always that sunset effect of layered colours that if you cross sectioned it, it would be a rainbow. I've had a dream before about Paris, where I'm visiting a friend. And this time, My friend was there still. John and I were together, and he wouldn't listen to me, I knew where we needed to go. I knew the route by heart, but he was insisting on taking the long way around. hmmm.

Well. Greg's CD is over, and that's my cue to hit the laundry mat.
ciao