Saturday, July 09, 2005
Our Kitchen was completely gutted yesterday. When they were about 3/4 through AVM made me look at the newly exposed walls.
"What do you see?" he asked.
"Holes?" I replied.
"No, keep looking."
"The rotting wood?"
"No"
"Our Savings account depleting before our very eyes?"
"See that?" AVM points to the wall above the sink. I see what look like dead fire ants, but its hard to tell, as I do not want to get too close.
"Dead bugs, that’s gross, but obviously so was Mozart." Mozart was the name of the previous owner.
"That wall is what it was like growing up in the projects."
When AVM said this, I got a little sad, because I do not want our new home to remind him of anything but how much I love him and how lucky we are to have what we have. I want the new place to always be safe, clean and fun. And I know he feels the same way back. That’s why we are both exhausted right now. AVM is using all of his vacation time to get the apartment ready for our arrival, and I am using my first weeks of unemployment getting up no later than 7am every day, and going to bed no earlier than 1 am, with the in-between filled with cleaning, packing, purchasing, and building. No time for rest.
Last night I had an opportunity to perform and socialize a bit. Unfortunately my performance was sub-par on stage and off. If the show involved a box full of Ikea furniture that wanted to be put together, I would have had my own highlights thread on a message board about furniture buildings. Unfortunately it didn't. All I could think about while trying to enjoy myself was how much work we still have left to get things settled. In fact there is a TV stand right now screaming to get out of a box.
Luckily working at the new apt today will be easier because we now have a brand new working toilet. I peed in it last night. My own piss, in my own toilet. I hope the thought of our pee and only our pee being in the toilet helps AVM feel as far away from the projects as possible.
"What do you see?" he asked.
"Holes?" I replied.
"No, keep looking."
"The rotting wood?"
"No"
"Our Savings account depleting before our very eyes?"
"See that?" AVM points to the wall above the sink. I see what look like dead fire ants, but its hard to tell, as I do not want to get too close.
"Dead bugs, that’s gross, but obviously so was Mozart." Mozart was the name of the previous owner.
"That wall is what it was like growing up in the projects."
When AVM said this, I got a little sad, because I do not want our new home to remind him of anything but how much I love him and how lucky we are to have what we have. I want the new place to always be safe, clean and fun. And I know he feels the same way back. That’s why we are both exhausted right now. AVM is using all of his vacation time to get the apartment ready for our arrival, and I am using my first weeks of unemployment getting up no later than 7am every day, and going to bed no earlier than 1 am, with the in-between filled with cleaning, packing, purchasing, and building. No time for rest.
Last night I had an opportunity to perform and socialize a bit. Unfortunately my performance was sub-par on stage and off. If the show involved a box full of Ikea furniture that wanted to be put together, I would have had my own highlights thread on a message board about furniture buildings. Unfortunately it didn't. All I could think about while trying to enjoy myself was how much work we still have left to get things settled. In fact there is a TV stand right now screaming to get out of a box.
Luckily working at the new apt today will be easier because we now have a brand new working toilet. I peed in it last night. My own piss, in my own toilet. I hope the thought of our pee and only our pee being in the toilet helps AVM feel as far away from the projects as possible.
