Once upon a time, the University of Michigan asked 3 lifestyle* questions to match roommates.
Do you smoke?
Do you like to sleep with the window open or closed?**
Do you like raw or cooked carrots?***The last question was either a subtle psychological attempt to predict SOMETHING, or it was a ploy to make new roommates feel they had something in ( Read more... )

I still love Somerville. The more I explore this side of Somerville--Magoun Square, Winter Hill, east of the main library--the more I find to like about the place. For more than a week, I was even feeling thrilled with the heroic building inspectors of Somerville, as well as the parks and libraries and interesting little shops ( Read more... )

I need to do a lot of things before I move out of this apartment. The big ones, obviously, are finding a suitable* place to move TO, packing everying** into boxes***, and moving it. It won't be feasible to go look at potential apartments, nor to go get empty boxes, until the weather clears. So I am having a quiet day at home, beginning to sort ( Read more... )

Spring has finally come to Massachusetts. It's the season of opening windows on warm days and closing them on cold night and when it rains. My apartment has horizontal sliding windows, which has been awfully inconvenient over the years (because window air conditioners are designed for ordinary up-and-down windows), but never so inconvenient as to ( Read more... )

All right. That's enough. That's MORE than enough. For a little while, I was relieved to know I had not been hallucinating that my apartment was infested with bugs, but that only lasts so long. There remains the fact that my apartment is infested with bugs, and it's freaking me out. They don't fly, but the ones that drop from the ceiling are ( Read more... )