I had an epiphany this morning: Maybe I've been so tired because at least one meal a day for the last 3 weeks has been entirely composed of watermelon, and most of the other meals were made of bagels.
I failed miserably to be at all helpful on the Crafty front last night. I contributed beer and self-centeredness, and only one of those things helps get the job done.
I picked up 2 grocery bags of misc. condiments and scootered them over to the new house, put all the mustards and salad dressings away, and tried to go to bed.
But my new house is kind of...scary. Right now.
I noticed last time I was at my mom and dads Idaho location that I get really nervous sleeping in regular houses now. I've been so used to there being an outer front door and an inner front door in my living situation that it seems really weird to think that all someone has to do is walk in.
Possibly someone scary.
While being absolutely wonderful and helping my dad move the cedar chest last night, Josh pointed out that 1: I broke into the windows of my apartment at the LaRoy all the time and 2: The Summit is a total crack house. This was meant to assure me that nothing is going to happen. But I still think someone is going to creep through the door and be right there, and THEN what am I going to do?
at 12:45 am, I called Cake.
"Hello?"
"IT'S TOO HOT TO SLEEP WITH THE WINDOW CLOSED AND SOMEBODY IS GOING TO STAB ME IN THE EYEBALL!"
"First off, no one is going to stab you in the eyeball. Second, you have blinds and screens, right?"
"Mrrhmm."
"If anybody tries to come through the little slot in the window, the screen and the blinds, you're going to hear it."
"AAAAUGH! What will I do if I hear something?"
"What do you think you'll do?"
"RUN THE FUCK AWAY! ARE YOU CRAZY!?"
"Good girl. Goodnight sweetheart."
New places are almost always like this for me. Not only have I not yet warmed to the house being mine, but the house hasn't warmed to me being it's yet, either. The new ghosts haven't had time to adjust to the new furniture arrangement and the plumbing noises are unfamiliar.
I went to bed with the windows open, but not without doing my patented 'Ooga Booga, Scare-ga You-ga' dance. Which is pretty much just me running around the house and turning lights on and off so it looks like lots of people are doing things.
Posted by Sonya at July 30, 2004 11:36 AMthat's totally how I feel when I think about moving into a house! like i'll be asleep in the bedroom and because the front door is waaaaay down the hall or something, anyone could be in the house at any time. which is why I'm glad I have a big dog. get a big dog!
Posted by: logan at July 30, 2004 08:42 PMthis may be the best bit of text i have ever read. [and i have read more than two.] so i just thought that i would share.
Posted by: ryan at July 31, 2004 11:10 PMRobo Dog.... at the X10 store... sounds really scary!! I felt the same way when I moved from an Apartment to a house. yikes!
But you'll get used to it! And I think you're ooga booga dance will be very effective too.