I hit my third week! Although my posting seems to be falling off a little. I feel like I don't have much creativity left after all this sitting and reading. Oh, and this means I am entering my third week of studying. I'm still alive, but as I said, life is feeling more and more bland. If I'm productive this afternoon, I'm going to finally go get that pedicure, so that shoulf offer a little change of pace.

Also, all this hot and rainy weather has reminded me that Glen and I are entering our third summer living in this apartment. We have to sign a new lease at the end of this month. We've now been here as long as I lived in my apartment in Baltimore; as long as I've lived any place outside my house in New York.

We still love our apartment and it's still perfect for what we need right now. I wish we could just buy it and never have to move again (after our nightmare of a move two years ago). I think there are three things I would change if I could:

1. lack of an ice maker in the freezer. I make my own ice just fine, but it's annoying.
2. difficulty hanging things on the walls. These walls are about 150 years old; in some spots you can't get a nail through, in others the wall starts to crumble as soon as you start hammering (we're not supposed to put any nail holes in the walls anyway... I would change that too).
3. and only one bathroom! Most days it's not a problem, but I have spent lots of time dancing up and down on one foot waiting for my turn.

And this isn't actually part of my apartment, so I didn't put it on the list but I would definitely change it if I could:


That damn broken ass bike has been double locked to the parking sign in front of our house since before we moved into this apartment! I'm not sure who to contact to get it removed... civic association? police? my mom with her hacksaw? It's ugly, I've tripped on it, and if you park there you bump your car door on it when you're trying to get out of the car (otherwise, that's my favorite parking spot).
I was talking to our upstairs neighbors in our little foyer a couple of months ago and all of a sudden one of them yelled, "Wait!," pulled open the front door and said, "Damn. I guess it was a dream." He had actually dreampt that someone had finally gotten rid of the bike.
On the other hand, Glen's cousin said it's how she knows which apartment is ours!

OK back to reading if I want to get that pedicure later.