the thin line between optimism and delusion…

I am in the mountains, and my mom is lamenting the fact that she can’t call my dog on the phone and see how she is and if it is still raining in Augusta. Bella and Bo don’t like storms, and my mom would like some verbal affirmation of the fact that they are in one piece still. But she is really mostly worried about Bella, and not Bo. It is quite sad.
So, I have moved out of Windsor. It would be sad if I didn’t hate the place so much. For the past five years, there has always been an apartment of people I cared about a great deal in Windsor and it has always been a second home, and two of the years I lived there full time. But never again. No one in my close circle lives there currently, and I will never live there again. Thank the Lord.
Yesterday we had two movers come over and move our furniture out, which was the greatest idea we have ever had. I hate moving furniture, and we had a lot of it. It was kinda fun to watch the move, but nice to just be supervising. They were nice guys, and pretty entertaining. Of course I am easily entertained. Once my room was cleared of my belongings, it was clear I had a way to go with cleaning. The carpet was a graveyard of hair rubber bands, folded up candy wrappers and pieces of paper, wads of tissue, and dead bugs (mostly centipedes with a few nicely positioned roaches). But there was nothing that I could do about last night, because I was too tired. I went to the grocery store before Katie got home to get some essentials for the new apartment, like cokes and cookies. Well, when I got to Kroger, I realized that I was going to have a fit if I couldn’t get a greek salad really soon. It became very apparent that I was having a serious withdrawal craving for a greek salad. I spent a great deal of time picking out the olive oil and a limited amount of time on the other ingredients and rushed home. I wasn’t confident that I was going to make it through the task of cutting up the cucumbers and tomatoes without passing out from lack of greek salad. And everyone likes to make them different, but my idea of a greek salad is cucumbers, tomatoes, feta, seasoning, oil and vineger to taste. It was delicious (did I ever express to everyone how under-used the word delicious is? I think everyone should try to use the word delicious more often, help it live up to its potential). Of course the only fork we had in the apartment was one that I picked up from mean bean earlier in the day, so when Katie came home and wanted some of my awesome salad, I told her she had to wait till I was finished. But I was happy she was home. After salad time, Katie and I went to target (which is always exciting) and bought a bunch of cleaning supplies for our new apartment. We decided to start all over new with the new apartment because we were so grossed out by the old apartment and we didn’t want anything from the old apartment to taint the new apartment. Everyone is going to have to come see the new apartment, it is quite cool. I am falling asleep, good night darlings.