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Friday, February 14, 2003
Trying Out Ha, I just saw one of the temporary guys, with a very funny hat on. You'd think he was trying out for The Band or something... You're A Lucky Man "You got vinyl windows too? I'm jealous. You're a lucky man." - He exclaimed, as he worked. Then, looking out my living room window, "You don't need a yard, you got this! And you don't even have to mow it." I'll add my own grass to mow, in the back yard, later. "How much did you pay??" .... "You stole this place!" Then, back to his truck, he started wrestling the new water heater out of his truck. "Let's see if we can get this dog in there." ... "I've been dancin' with these babys all day long..." "I've lost two pants sizes on this job in the last two weeks..." He was supposed to go to an old lady's home before mine. He screwed up and came to do mine first.. When he had to remove the old water heater, "Let's get this pig out of here..." He'd been laid off his better job earlier, and now this state wasn't looking so good to him. He longed for his home in New England. "Oregon's a nice place, beautiful, good people.... but it just isn't home. All my friends are back in Connecticut.... I've got 20 acres in Vermont...I can watch the deer..There's no work out there though..." I Cut Both Hands This is kind of funny..... I'm always saying how un-handy I am at fix-it type things around a house. So far, I haven't gone along with this impression very well though. :-) Last night, I turned the heat up, in anticipation of actually spending a lot more time there. I was going around checking the rooms a little, and I found the heater duct thing which the home inspector had told me was not connected. So, I reached down inside, lifted it up, and cut both my hands up a little, in the process. A little later I grabbed a glove, hammer and nails, and secured it. Today, looking at my scruffed up hands, I was thinking I should show someone. Then I thought, "no, I won't show a guy, guys could usually care less about another guy's cut hand. A girl would care. A woman would care." That's one example of what a woman is, and a man isn't, usually. Sure, there are exceptions - however, women are generally *a lot* more caring. My Real Stereo Oh man, a very weird person is going to see my stuff today. I wonder what strange comments he'll make? Mmm..... I will soon have a turntable set up again!! My real stereo!! Thank God. It's True I think it's true. Or at least, there's a good chance it's true. I am not really her type. She is not really my type. I'm not sure that would be the ruling factor, if there was any reason to think about if we were each other's type or not. However, I agree. Strange. I do believe some of the best love affairs can happen with two people who are *not* really each other's type. Love is strange. Imagine "Imagine what it would be like if TV actually were good. It would be the end of everything we know." (Marvin Minsky) Kind of a dumb saying. I've been surprised at how little I miss cable TV though. Actually, I haven't had a desire to turn on the TV once, for days, maybe weeks. It's nice.... I don't expect that to last forever... Makes me wonder how much I should really devote to the thing though.... After 30 I think it's true, that women become more interested in sex, and in men *that* way, after 30.... Although, I've known some who were quite interested long before then. No Sucker  Hmm, bad choice of words maybe..... I'm actually pretty paranoid still about giving my heart, my trust, everything I have, to a woman again...The question I have now is, will I be able to resist? I suppose you could follow that with, should I resist? The first question is more interesting to me though. Help! What a woman can give. But then, can I make her happy, and me happy, at the same time? I just don't want to be a sucker, charmed into something, if it's not a good thing.... How does one really know, though? I fear my basic instincts will win out - and "she" will conquer my heart - - I cannot resist forever. All At Once We sure have a lot of new faces around here lately. The one like my cousin I mentioned before. Now a new reddish haired girl too- who I don't know, yet. We have a new secretary, an energetic little woman, named Laura. Seems we'll go months with all the usual people, then bam, we'll add a bunch all at once.... Ahhhh! This is typical. I'm just thinking how nice it is to be able to decide *everything* about my new place. There are lots of spaces there, all of which I get to do whatever I want with. :-) Then, I get reminded how nice a girl is, to have around. Ak, that stupid saying, "women, you can't live with them, you can't live without them." Well, how about a girlfriend, you don't live with? Guys With Pickups I better be ready. I've got a (big clunky) guy with a pickup helping me move a few big heavy things, after work. I'm only moving about a mile, so that should work just fine. I think I like this moving a little at a time a lot better than moving all at once, anyway. It's easier to get things into places you want them, and it's easier to just pack and move certain areas as you go..... I stopped by the new place this morning for a screwdriver (which I need to take apart my waterbed frame.) It felt nicer in there. I turned the heat up to a more reasonable temp. last night. I was able to fix a heater vent connector, too, without going down in the crawl space. So the heat won't be spewing under the house any more! It did cut me a little in revenge. I nailed it in place pretty well though. It's nice to go back to central heating... Or at least, until I get my first natural gas bill! ;-) So anyway, I better be ready to lift some really heavy things today. That couch - how can it be so heavy?? Well it is. No wonder it lasts forever, I think it's filled with lead..... Tomorrow, Jim The Gas Man is coming.... All these service guys. I could write a book almost. He's going to hook up my gas dryer. Then I'll be able to try out my new washer and dryer! On Sunday, a different Jim is meeting me, to go pick up a different sofa, with his pickup... This one nice and big, and great for napping. (Why did I have to mention napping!? That's exactly what I wish I was doing right now...) Today's guy has a really scary looking old beast of a rusty pickup. Fits him perfectly. Sunday's pickup is a nice new big red Dodge. Almost seems too nice for hauling something in. Where My Waterbed Goes This is quite exciting.... I drained my waterbed this morning. I seem to be getting better at postioning things to suck the last drop out... Too much moving experience!!! I really must be moving. Where my waterbed goes, I go. I remember the girl I had a crush on in eighth grade, Janet B., had a waterbed..... One of my firsts, yes, *that* one, was on a waterbed, king-sized like this one, too. Although, I lost that waterbed long, long ago, and I'm not going to talk about how or why. This particular waterbed had been with me for many years, though. I know I'm home, if I'm snuggled into my warm, wavy waterbed. I go where my waterbed goes.... Thursday, February 13, 2003
Unexcited Boy, my daughter is monumentally unexcited, so far, about the prospect of a "new" home. Hmmm... I *could* give her the smaller bedroom instead... Doubt I'd do that though. Hmmm.. I don't exactly understand it. I'm not talking about helping clean it or helping move anything, either. It's **weird**. I don't think I will ever fully understand females... They're a different species. Sometimes, totally delightful, and exactly what men are not and cannot be. Other times, whoa, I could get further talking to a rock. I think the rock would make more sense too!!!! Too bad they're so hard. ;-) Dream Home In Vermont Got a copy of my appraisal at noon - and it confirmed, conservatively, what was obvious the first time I saw that place - despite the mess it was in.... It's feeling more like home, all the time..... I wish I could figure out a way to thank my new water heater installer guy from last Friday afternoon. The very first (beautiful, nearly spring-like) afternoon I spent in my home was kicked off in grand fashion with his street wise remarks, from the moment he walked up to my door, and for the next couple hours he spent working there. I hope he somehow finds work near his land in Vermont... Some place nice to settle down with his wife and kids. He kept telling me he was jealous of the deal I got... and in the next breath, he'd comment how finally, a regular guy gets a break. He got a kick out of hearing about my first college roommate, who was from Connecticut too - a real party guy. Says many of his friends back there still are party-ers... When he was done, I think he really wanted to linger. I told him he could find his dream home, too. He doesn't have that kind of luck, he protested. That's what I thought, myself. I don't any more. Without The Slime Someone came up to my "Dreams are necessary to life" bookmark today, and said, "That looks like a slug. It doesn't really fit the expression." For me, I'd say it does fit. My dreams tend to come true slowly... Slow like a slug. Without the slime. ;-) Grasping The Obvious You can't communicate with anyone if they don't communicate back. How obvious is that! ....I shouldn't drink two cups of coffee in the morning. Even though I love it, sometimes, like today. Ah well, I rarely do.... I'm giving a test listen to "All The Souls On Earth Shall Sing", as I'm going to give a copy to someone tomorrow, who's going to help me move a couple things...It's a little weird listening to Christmas music, right now... Actually, the sacred music part goes fine - - I'm going to be blessing my new house tomorrow, before actually moving in. Wednesday, February 12, 2003
A Girl Who Shows It I like it when a girl obviously likes me, and when she consistently shows it. Hard to get? They can take their goods elsewhere. This seems like common sense. Someone you like, likes you, and shows it. That's cool. Love "Love is suddenly more likely than elusive." Seems that way. "Instead of stumbling toward the wrong relationship, you glide freely into the right one." I hope that's the case for a change. Reminds me of my cousin, Teresa. Moving I'm sick of moving. The trouble with moving is, there is too much stuff to do. You have all these excellent plans, except you start getting incredibly fatigued, so it's hard to carry them all out. Then, can you remember all the things you were going to do, to do later, after you've already moved in? Especially moving into your own home... Besides a million things to do, you need to spend lots of money, big and small. Buying the house is the least of it. That's completely expected, and one of the main things a person saves for. The other things are more mysterious though. The trips to Home Depot. Dowels....smoke detectors...shovel...push broom...electrical testers...tools... locks... Then you need to change your locks, and if you're me, that means you bring in a locksmith. The nice thing there was, he left me American flag keys - the little flags enameled onto the keys (made in Italy.) Actually, arranging for and meeting the many service guys has been fine, and sometimes fun too. It's the actual moving I loath. Tuesday, February 11, 2003
No Time I don't really have time to get the place ready... I'll just have to do some of the things later, anyway. It's not a good time of year to take time off... I wonder how long the blinds will take? Maybe I can do a little at a time. They Always Throw Me  After I'd spoken of my managers couple here, on Friday my packages arrived, while I wasn't home. When I got back later that afternoon, the guy smiled, "your stuff's here!" I had my hands full, so I told him I'd be right over, after I dropped off the things at my apartment. As soon as I'd gotten in, I turned to go get them, and there he was, with a big smile on his face. Like an overgrown kid. He'd brought them over to me.... Now today, the guy who I stopped talking to last week, came over and offered to help me move some things, to my new place. People throw me! Or that plumber guy, who was very entertaining and nice... I never expected *that*.... Stop This World "Stop this world, I want to get off...." I love that song - Heptones. Anyway... The thought of riding this world *with* someone is actually kind of scary to me. I'm quite independent, and have many amusements. Many different ways to spend my time, depending on mood. I think, in some ways, I fear the restrictions on my freedom that other person will inevitably bring... Although, of course, "she" can bring herself, and lots more, into my world. Can I be at peace with both this person, and me, at the same time? Monday, February 10, 2003
Some People "Some people are smart, they just want to laugh at you." I heard a man say that on This American Life on public radio over the weekend. This is true. I'm not talking about people you love, who find you amusing. No, I mean, people who laugh at the area in life you may be weak in. I think I'm missing something. Isn't that sort of "below the belt"? I mean, unfair? If someone is slow-witted, say, or really un-cool, I'm certainly not going to point that out to them to their face, then laugh at them. That's like something kids do when they're being mean. Why would an adult do that? This does not compute! KE Excellent Just arranging my emails from business dealings on the house, separating them. I doubt I'll need them again, you never know though. So, I wanted to seclude all my KK ones, as I would like to get her as far from my memory as possible... It started poorly, and ended poorly *with her* - although I got the house I wanted. I named her folder KK Ack. Then I thought about Kris, my mortgage broker - who's very wonderful. She's KE. I named her folder KE Excellent. :-) |
