I've only ever made cheese dip in my slow cooker but this morning I tossed my precut onions, green peppers, garlic, spices and cider vinegar in with kidney beans, pinto beans, chickpeas and crushed tomatoes and left it to stew all day. Instead of being excited about the wonderful smell that will greet me as I walk through the door, I have the nagging, absolutely silly paranoid feeling that my apartment building is on fire as I type this.
Well, at least the standing water in my kitchen sink might prevent the fire from spreading throughout the entire building. I dropped a shot glass into the garbage disposal a week or so ago and it was, of course, running. The shot glass - thankfully not one of my nicer ones - shattered into a million pieces. Since it was my fault and I'm also more than a bit paranoid about having strangers in my apartment ever since the February Drywall Incident (when it seemed I could never tell when strangers were going to be in my apartment)...I never called to have it fixed. I dug out all of the glass (or at least as much as I could feel/let cut my hand) and was very careful about not getting any food in the sink but I failed miserably, I guess - now it's clogged. I would have called eventually but, seriously, even though I know the maintenance person I'm still incredibly uncomfortable. She was in on Friday to (finally) hang my blinds (which have been down since the February Drywall Incident) and I wasn't given any notice. Gah, I hate that. Thankfully, my usual pit of a craft room was actually clean.
How's this for coincidence? A few weeks ago one of the guys that works at the video store next to my complex asked if "we" lived in said apartment complex. Well, not "we" but, yes, "me." Turns out he lives there, too, which really isn't all that weird. What's funny is that we discovered that I went to high school with his older sister and he went to the same school three years later with my brother.
Anyway, there was a thought process that linked the last two paragraphs but I can't remember for the life of me what it is.
We're finishing Battlestar Galactica (we started with the miniseries) tonight over chili and asiago cheese bread. I really didn't think I'd like Battlestar (sorry, Delly) but I found that I did. I could do without any of the awkward/unneeded sex scenes (I've heard that gets better - right now it's just irritating and I'm certainly no prude) but that's my only complaint. I've been crocheting or knitting while we watch television for the past few weeks but I took a break to actually cuddle and pay full attention because I think Jake kind of misses that. I have a lot of trouble sitting still through a movie or even a television show. I have to have a magazine or book to read during the commercials and slow parts (unless it's a good commercial like the Mastercard one with the three little boys dancing to "We've Got the Funk) and my hands need to be busy doing something. I've found I have a shorter attention span the older I get. Sometimes I can't even finish a book and have to stick to magazines and short story anthologies for a period of time.
Speaking of books - I'm going on vacation soon and need some car/beach reading. Any suggestions?
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