july 17, 2003.
We found the medicine cabinet today.
Just for the sake of background detail, know that we've been living in this apartment for 11 months next Saturday. We've always stored our toiletries in a jumble on top of the built-in shelving unit. There were obvious problems with this system. For one thing, the toilet is directly under the shelves. I can't count how many times I've fished out (and rinsed off) pill bottles, barrettes and the occasional pair of glasses. Still, our place in Wolfville was so bare that we had to buy our own free-standing shelving unit, so we were more or less content until today, when the Boy pulled open a suddenly-suspicious tab and uncovered a completely empty medicine cabinet.
Suddenly the possibilities for our bathroom are endless. I'd put in a bid for the 2012 Olympics if we weren't moving out at the end of the year.
Following up on yesterday's continuing saga of the Crazy Neighbours, the Boy & I have figured out something important. This is that the entire building is filled with non-working adults this summer.
- Male Crazy Neighbour has no job other than his position at the Consolidated Drinking & Yelling Factory. (Mommy & Daddy pay the rent.)
- Female Crazy Neighbour is on permanent disability and is completely obsessed with her environment (as Rev. Robyn's oldest boy put it last week, she "stews.")
- The Boy is on a break from classes
- I am on Summer Vacation
- The Sprout is freeloading in my Belly. Get a job, Sprouty!
Ultimately, we're left with 4 adults and one fetus with nothing better to do than get on each other's nerves. (Except that the Sprout only gets on my nerves, and rarely at that.) Hell, even the Boy & I need time apart; sometimes the only thing keeping us together is the door that separates us.
The upshot of all this is that we've decided to spend at least 3 hours a day outside the house. At least 1 of those hours should be walking or other light activity, but I have no objection to spending the other 2 reading in the park. I think the point is simply to get out there, even if I do have to transcribe my writing that night. It's not like my cursive doesn't need the practice.
