Funny how even just 3 days of class drains a body. Have been working lots & sleeping very poorly, much to Ian’s consternation. I have to edit a couple things and then will be able to submit my internship app to the Seattle Times; I couldn’t find anything about internships on the King County Journal’s site so I emailed the head of the HR department, who replied saying she forwarded my inquiry to an editor. Hopefully somebody I contact will be interested. Please, God. Had a worse-than-normal friend sighting week: only met with Lesley once for lunch, and she was it. I miss having friends; I do hear rumors of Kristin and Jos visiting on Sunday, but I try not to get my hopes up too much. Such good things don’t happen to me.
Boy, I never realized what a lot of maintainance an apartment would require! First we put in 3 straight days of backbreaking cleaning (think: me in deep dark corners sweating to stick down covering on our ugly plywood shelving) in August; continual cleaning up after The Boys; and this week alone we’ve cleaned up from a dropped pickle jar (me mopping the kitchen; it seemed muddier after I did that than before, raising questions of the floor’s actual composition), chipped out the freezer in an effort equal to an arctic expedition; and now our toilet remained persistently clogged (envision Ian laboring away with a tiny plunger and a waterfall to rival Niagra coming over the edge). Happily we have found ourselves equal to all these challenges, and we’re still able to find energy to feed ourselves!
First snowy day of the year – mark it – October 23rd, though Kristin said it snowed at 7:30 yesterday morning, nobody else I know was up to verify that. Peoples’ reactions have been quite varied; I entered the shuttle this morning after 10 minutes of shoulder-hunched waiting, said “Good morning!” as usual, and Bob the driver growled, “What’s good about it?!” On the other hand, many people seem enthusiastic about winter’s onset judging from the number of away messages of this type: “SNOW! :D” As for myself, I don’t mind either way just so long as our hill remains walkable and I find my lost favorite pair of gloves (hunch: I may have left them on the shuttle where I leave everything important).
Today I have titled Defrost The Freezer Day in honor of us doing just that action on our 50,000,000-year-old (at a conservative estimate) fridge. Only it wasn’t so much “defrosting” as chipping a glacier out of the fridge with a screwdriver and hammer. There were literally several inches – no I’m not exaggerating this time – of ice that had accumulated on the top and bottom of the freezer. This is ignoring, for the moment, the 3″ or so of frost that liberally covered all the walls. I have taken a couple of pictures, one of the ice itself, and one of Ian at work.
Well, we’re back to the same old grind again. Classes have started at Clark; I was actually somewhat pleased to get on the shuttle in time to hear NPR announce that President Bush is encouraging Indonesia to keep up the fight against terrorism. They played a clip of him saying that Indonesia, “like the US, has felt the effects of terrorism,” but it seemed to me that it really should be the other way around. Honestly, Indonesia has experienced far more terrorism than the US and would have much more motivation than the US to stamp out terrorists. Not long ago 200 people were killed there in a terrorist attack, and this is hardly the only attack that has been staged. The worst part about hearing NPR was that President Bush’s clip sounded even more intelligent than the clip of Arnold (First Horseman of the Apocalypse) Schwarzenegger’s quote from a few weeks ago. The Dow was down, as was Nasdaq, but it is fairly early in the day yet.
Today we slept in for the first time in several weeks. Lack of sleeping in was mainly due to the fact that Saturday Ian had a Men’s Group which required getting up at 8 to attend; Sunday we rose at 9 for church as is becoming our sad, low-sleep custom. However, we both have today and tomorrow off, and are working hard to maximize our sleep time during those nights. After a restless night of tossing and turning I finally gave up and, taking my book, went out to the common room/kitchen to prepare myself some toast. It felt very domestic and calm to be able to sit in my pyjamas reading a book and eating toast with jam on it. At 11:20 Ian’s phone went off, and I rushed to answer it; alas, Ian had awoken already, but I answered it to hear Luke on the other end sounding apologetic and wanting to take us to Daka.
Today has rolled by slowly, slowly, slowly, despite the fact that I slept in and began doing chores shortly thereafter. Vacuuming has actually never bothered me, though the sound does become a bit wearing after a while… Still, to destroy spiders and dirt sacrifices must be made. The bathroom also sparkles with all the elbow grease Ian and I put into it. If only bathrooms would self-clean, like those handy ovens. The thought occurs, however, that you can’t heat up a bathroom really hot and clean it that way: autoclaving would leave a bathroom as ashes – clean but not particularly practical.