This Could Be A Problem
“I can smell the red lentil dish from my porch. I had to come as soon as possible.”
That was me tonight, being a big dork in front of the waitress at the Ethiopian restaurant that’s 233 feet from my new front door. It turns out this neighborhood of mine features a mix of Italian, Ethiopian and Korean immigrants. I don’t know what it will be like otherwise, but there certainly isn’t a shortage of tasty restaurants.
As I remarked on Twitter a couple of days ago, I no longer have an Internet connection, so posting during these last days of NaBloPoMo will be a challenge. I may persevere. I refuse to promise anything at this point. I’m incredibly exhausted by the challenges of the last few days, and indeed, the challenges of the past few months. I’m not unhappy about them, nope. Nevertheless, it’s become an annoying and unfortunate habit for me to drop exhausted into bed at midnight only to wake up worrying about something at 4:30 am. That is a very bad habit.
I’m going to try to make a real blog post tomorrow at a convenient nearby cafe with wifi. Meanwhile, I’m going to fall into bed. If you’re on Twitter at 4:30 am Pacific, say hi. I’ll be up.
-M
Progress
Progress finally … on several fronts!
First of all, the new lease is signed, the place inspected, and it’s ready to be moved into. I will, at some point, show you my epic new kitchen. I look forward to being able to really unpack (i.e. get my books out) for the first time in over a year. I also look forward to not moving again for a good long while. I also look forward to not having the world’s most obnoxious person living above me.
But for now all my tired brain and I have is a little bitty report on my afghan progress.
Since last we spoke, I’ve crocheted another 80 centers (first and second rows of medium brown and medium blue) so I’m now completely done with that part. I’ve also crocheted 35 middle flower petal bits (rows 3 and 4 of light blue/medium brown).
SLOW GOING PEOPLE. I have a little notebook in which I’m keeping track of my progress, and I don’t get to cross bits out nearly as often as I’d like.
Optimism
It’s a sad day, people. For me, at least.
Of all the things that have gone right since we relocated to California, one thing that certainly did not was our upstairs neighbor. I won’t go into all the grisly detail, suffice it to say that this woman escalated from loud to violent and abusive last night. We gave our notice early this morning and reported her behavior to management. Unfortunately, management does not apparently respond to reports like this, so we’re on our own. If anyone has any advice for what to do when a neighbor starts to cross the line into physical and verbal violence (apart from calling the police), please tell me. I’ve never had a situation (particularly one in which I made an effort to be uniformly polite!) degenerate like this.
I’m hopeful we’ll be able to get out of this situation soon. There’s the optimism! November seems to be an entertaining month to write daily blog posts. Wasn’t it last year at this time that someone tried to break into my apartment? Twice?
Returning to More Important Crafting Matters, based on both write-in replies and commentary (I voted too), I’ve purchased the Simple Scallop pattern. I also got the Cascading Shawl pattern, because I liked it and will eventually do that as well. On my way to purchasing them, I somehow ended up going through every Crochet by Faye pattern and now I want to make about 30 other patterns.
So. One of these nights, if I can manage to get past all the DRAMA in my life, and stop having a cold, I might actually start making a shawl..
I’m going to go back to sleeping, if possible.
