Today is a snow day--well, technically it's an after-the-snow day. Still nasty out there even though things are warming a bit. I can hear snow and ice melting on the air conditioner. It's 'freaking' my dogs out. They are still not use to the noises here. It's been almost two weeks since we moved. Talk about a major adjustment. Moving is always stressful, divorce is worse--combine the two and through in looking for a job and we are all kind of freaking out. But for right now, at this moment we are o.k. I'm sitting here with my cheap hair color soaking into the hair and stinking while Elvis is looking at me from the bed like I have my priorities screwed up. Maybe he's right--maybe I should just say "Screw the hair, just go back to bed". But even on a snow day I have things I should be doing. Our, the dogs and I, little apartment is really nothing more than a basement--in 1970's tradition and fashion--that consist of a small hallway with a pole, a 'laundry room' with an old full size washer and dryer and a pole. It also has a monster of a water tank that has a separate 'heating system'. I still haven't figured that one out yet. The washer is next to a big utility sink. Good thing because that's were it drains. The water trickles into the washer--and I mean T-R-I-C-K-L-E--so that it takes almost one and a half hours to wash. The dryer is a relic and though it works it is so dusty and 'mean' that I'm afraid the thing will combust if I run it. However, there is a little room to the side where the stairs are that lead to the main house. In there is a make-shift clothes line that I use to dry my clothes when it's bad outside. This is a common area and not part of my apartment and is only separated from my apartment by a tarp. Yeah, the privacy factor here is not of major importance. Off the laundry room is the main room which is basically a studio apartment. You have the kitchenette along one wall-stove, sink, cabinets and roughly a yard of counter. And there's a full size fridge but it's missing some of it's inside components like a bottom shelf and drawers. But, hey, it works. I also have my table there to use as an extra counter whenever that need arises. It hasn't yet but you never know-it might. In the middle here is my desk with computer and behind me massive marble top 'coffee' table that belongs to her--Ms. Anderson--along with the yellow crushed velvet settee and tatty brown vinyl recliner complete with duct tape. Then in the far corner is a bed, my daughters hope chest and fully loaded bookcases--my books. I also have a EdenPURE space heater that works pretty good. It heats the room sufficiently. The bathroom is the worst though. It's smaller than the hall but shaped like a hall. The toilette is at one end. A rather dark end. When you flush you are required to hold the handle down until it empties. Not to do so will cause other problems that I would very much want to avoid. In the middle of the room is the sink. This is actually fine. The light--the only light that works--is above the sink. So is the switch to turn it on. Getting up in the middle of the night to pee has been an adventure. And lastly is that awesomely wonderful stand-up shower. I say 'stand-up' because you can NOT bend over. There simply is no room to do that. If you drop it, it stays there. This is the smallest shower ever created. The shower head barely comes out of the ceiling so the water has to hit the opposite wall before it hits you. Plus the head needs a really good cleaning--I think anyway. I'm not sure the rust will come off but I got some 'Lime Away' just in case. Plus, you really can't turn around. When you get in you stay there. I have bruises on both my arms from trying to wash and constantly hitting the wall and door. And now I'm thinking 'crap, I got to get in there to wash this stuff from my hair'. This was not very well thought out. There's only one thing for it--hold my breath and jump in.
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