in the BEDROOM!
. . . a phrase that Betsy seemed very fond of saying. I'm going to take a nap, she'd say. Where would you like to take it? In the bedroom!
Where do you think we should hang this picture?
In the bedroom!
Did you see where I left my water glass? In the BEDROOM!
Once we arrived and looked around, I started doing some unpacking. I had a lot of clothes. And
shoes. And books. And desk-type things. J had mostly taken care of the kitchen already. (Bless him.) It was late afternoon. So we set to work.
Betsy and Liz were kind enough to alphebatize the books for me. Now those are some good friends. I was starting to envision this place being my home.
It was decided that a trip to the grocery store was in order, to lay in some basic supplies. I remembered there being one on a very nearby corner, so we piled into the car and headed for it. We drove around for some time, and couldn't find it. But I remembered it being there! A Safeway! It was right here!
And after about the fourth time we turned around J. remembered that the landlady had pointed out to him that there had been a Safeway right on this corner that had been torn down the week before. Oops. Nice timing, dude.
Back home we went, and to googlemaps, which pointed us to another grocery store.
Where we discovered that in Arizona, you can buy HARD LIQUOR in the GROCERY STORE. Tequila all around. And a lime. And some salt. We headed back home.
Betsy and Liz took a short nap, as they didn't have the excitement of nesting to keep them going, and as dinner time approached, we had a pizza delivered. One veggie and one Hawiian. I loooove pineapple on a pizza. Yum. We ate out on the patio. Because we have a PATIO.
And we discussed the exciting fact that there are cacti everywhere. Including this one. I have a question for the person who grew that cactus.
Tomorrow, we have a celebratory breakfast, hit up target, and Buffalo Exchange, a very fruitful vintage store!
Where do you think we should hang this picture?
In the bedroom!
Did you see where I left my water glass? In the BEDROOM!
Once we arrived and looked around, I started doing some unpacking. I had a lot of clothes. And
shoes. And books. And desk-type things. J had mostly taken care of the kitchen already. (Bless him.) It was late afternoon. So we set to work.Betsy and Liz were kind enough to alphebatize the books for me. Now those are some good friends. I was starting to envision this place being my home.
It was decided that a trip to the grocery store was in order, to lay in some basic supplies. I remembered there being one on a very nearby corner, so we piled into the car and headed for it. We drove around for some time, and couldn't find it. But I remembered it being there! A Safeway! It was right here!
And after about the fourth time we turned around J. remembered that the landlady had pointed out to him that there had been a Safeway right on this corner that had been torn down the week before. Oops. Nice timing, dude.
Back home we went, and to googlemaps, which pointed us to another grocery store.
Where we discovered that in Arizona, you can buy HARD LIQUOR in the GROCERY STORE. Tequila all around. And a lime. And some salt. We headed back home.
Betsy and Liz took a short nap, as they didn't have the excitement of nesting to keep them going, and as dinner time approached, we had a pizza delivered. One veggie and one Hawiian. I loooove pineapple on a pizza. Yum. We ate out on the patio. Because we have a PATIO.And we discussed the exciting fact that there are cacti everywhere. Including this one. I have a question for the person who grew that cactus.
Tomorrow, we have a celebratory breakfast, hit up target, and Buffalo Exchange, a very fruitful vintage store!
posted by Amy at 4:20 PM
1 Comments:
I'm "J" now? After years of throwing letters around willy-nilly - rearranging them according to my hyperactive whims - it feels strange to be reduced one of those building blocks of the bullshit of yesteryear. Which controls which - the signifier (J) or the signified (me)? If I'm a letter, do I still exist in three dimensions? Should I keep heading to the gym, or did I shed enough weight when I dropped that extra dimension? Is there a club for people/letters like me (We'd listen to R. Kelly and ZZ Top)? Could I be seamlessly replaced by another J (or, more likely, another P?)? Do I still reproduce in the traditional fashion, or could an army of Mes spring from a finger asleep on a key?
O brave new world!
-J
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