It doesn’t help that I am sick and having coughing fits. But I am spending A LOT of time in bed lately.
It doesn’t help either that I live in a dark, dingy apartment with a roommate who is a dog sitter and that the entire rest of the house is covered in sand and dog fur.
My roommate has yet to discover after 10 years of living here the great art of buying a welcome mat to wipe your feet. I am unable to walk on the floor without wearing some kind of protective footwear. Most recently it was socks with flip flops. Sexy.
There are other places I could go in the apartment to sulk and be sick, I suppose.
The couch.
When you sit on the couch, you don’t just sit, you SINK. And not in a good way. Lounging on the couch is not supposed to make your back hurt worse afterward, is it??? For the most part I never sit on the couch or hang out in the living room because it’s like being in a giant sand box. The dogs sleep on the couch during the day, so first of all there is no room.
Second, tiny sand particles are everywhere and the feel of sand on my skin (when I haven’t been to the beach in ages) just isn’t cool.
The bathroom.
This is the best decorated place in the house. It has a nice shower curtain of people surfing, but beyond that the bathroom is very very smelly. I think the most disgusting smell that I have ever smelled in my life is my roommates wet suit hanging in the bathroom. It is combination of urine and sea weed.
The bathroom is also fairly low on counter space. I have NO idea why a very good amount of space is covered with vast amount of rocks, sea shells, and random glass containers (filled with more glass). It’s to the point where I get to put my lotion and shampoo bottles on the back of the toilet because there is no other counter or tub space.
The kitchen.
I go into the kitchen a lot, but the sad part about the kitchen is that there is a nice table, but it is covered with houseplants and the entire kitchen just needs rearranging. It could be entirely functional, but you’d have to move EVERYTHING. And I’m just not the type of person who moves in somewhere and starts changing things.
I try to piss off as few people as possible (hey, maybe that is my problem. I think my new years resolution is going to be Piss Off As Many People As Possible).
My bed.
So I often end up back on my bed. Sleeping. Working. Realizing there is bamboo right outside my window blowing in the breeze. On my bucket list I include “have bamboo in my backyard” so I’m going to go ahead and cross that off with goal attained!
Outside.
Outside the apartment there are more… you guessed it… apartments. There really isn’t anywhere to hang out. Our gay neighbor went wild on the turkey day decor, so the bonus of going outside is you get to see the cornucopias, hay bales, random squash, baby pumpkins, and whatever else Michael’s had on sale.
Once you pass through the iron gate with the “no soliciting” sign, then comes the fun of trying to cross the street. I go for walks often and my street has cars that like to race and try to run over pedestrians.
