Thoughts for a Sunday night spent with yet another “dark Canadian drama” recommended by Netflix:
Speaking of Netflix, does anyone really ever select a movie because it’s on the “popular on Facebook” list?
My favorite tacqueria has remodeled during my several-month absence. It’s a little too bright orange and I’m not wild about it but at least they didn’t raise the prices.
I thought I might burn out on the francophone pop now that I can get it in the car anytime via XM? I haven’t. If you’re not liking the videos, I’m afraid it won’t be getting better for you anytime soon.
Shredded cheese is buy two, get three free at the Harris Teeter. I am now prepared for the dairy apocalypse, should it occur before the stuff expires.
The biggest barrier I’ve had to cross in my parents’ house has been getting it restored to my own standard of cleanliness and order. It may shock anyone who’s known me for a long time to learn that I’ve become something of a neat freak the past few years–a rather neat and tidy housekeeper. I have some thoughts about the psychological basis as to how and when this drastic shift occurred, most of which have to do with my need to find some aspect of my life over which I could have complete control at a time when I felt like I was starting to lose it, but I’ll skip all that for now and say that it’s been hard getting the house to that point but I’m beginning to see the light.
There’s still a fair amount of stuff I need to get rid of here before I start moving some of my own stuff in, but I’m spending three or four nights a week here now and it’s not altogether uncomfortable. I’m seeing less of my dad lying on the floor back in January or my mom being completely paranoid and hysterical the year before, and more of where my books and toys and things might look good. Getting my own furniture in here will be a big help but that will probably have to wait until I sell my current house.
Once in a while I make exactly the right choice. This was one of those times. What a great weekend! Had a quite lovely time visiting old friends Dan, Lori, and New York–none of whom I’ve seen enough of in recent years. Pictures and other such things to follow, but probably not until after I get some sleep and get through a really brutal four days at work.
Completely unrelated: Anyone who’s paying attention knows I’m not wild about hot weather. But I’m also starting to get a little alarmed that it’s well into May and I’m still tempted to turn on the heat because it’s only 60F in my living room.