Thursday, August 17, 2006
Last Thursday Adrian helped me move my belongings from the dorm to The Lauree Lair, and since then I have been gradually arranging the place to suit my habits. Wholly I am satisfied, but I have encountered minor irritations:
The toilet seat forms a more rounded than oval shape, which, surprisingly, does not correspond well with the shape of my arse, resulting in some discomfort when I must remain sitting there for any prolonged period. This problem has occurred often already, since at work every morning this week I have eaten home-made burritos prepared by Tammy, a fellow employee. Real Mexican food is muy bueno, but corrosive to the digestive tract.I stopped working for the residence hall Saturday and began coming into Sam's between eight and nine every morning this week beginnning Monday. Half of my co-workers are Hispanic (and older)- they love to cook and they love to eat, and I have benefited every morning from their generous, hospitable natures. I probably would have lost more weight this week, since I've worked out every morning and late every afternoon, but the burritos have kept me at the same level. I suppose I don't mind too much, provided I don't gain. Saturday morning (the last shift before the store opens officially for customers) I would like to bring something in the way of home-cooked foodage, but most of my cooking experience lies in the realm of desserts (not that anyone would mind). The only thing I know how to make that no one else could just as easily make themselves is the carrot cake my mother made, but it would require pans I lack at the moment and would leave leftover, spoilable ingredients that I would probably not use immediately. Hopefully I will find something at the store this afternoon or tomorrow to solve this minor dilemma.
The laundromat next to the coffee shop a block from my domicile shut down a few months ago, which means I must travel every week with my laundry seven or eight blocks to the next laundromat, toward the south side of town. Lacking a car therefore makes the execution of such a simple task as detoxifying an accumulated pile of work uniforms and sweaty work-out clothes particularly difficult. Most of my friends drive, of course, but I am loathe to impose on someone every single week. Thus I have decided to make an especial trip to Target or WAL*MART to invest in a Radio Flyer or something similar.
Jim had the house sprayed for insects, but I have had already to do battle with several gigantic, man-eating spiders. Last night a roly poly stood below and quietly observed while I urinated, which was a little discomfiting. I typically do not "freak out" when I see little buggies, but I have no desire to make friends or live with them, either.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:39 AM]