Did you hug the earth today?
It has been an action-packed week. On Wednesday I flew up to Prince George to look for a place to live. I wanted to make sure I got to the airport in plenty of time for my 8:45 flight, so I was downtown to catch the airporter bus by 6:45. And then I waited. And waited. And waited. As it turns out, the airporter doesn't start running until 7:30, which put a bit of a crimp in my plans. The bus finally came, we piled on, some woman dithered about her ticket, it was rush hour, and the end result was that I got to the airport at 8:15. Check-in was accompnied by the Dance of Impatience, because my flight was boarding. I then pelted off to security (I was allowed to cut the line), flung my bag and coat through the machine (the woman ahead of me got a water bottle confiscated), seized my stuff at the other end of the scanner and recommenced pelting for the gate. Thankfully, the domestic terminal is a lot smaller than the international terminal, as they were still boarding when I staggered up to the gate. The woman seated ahead of me on the plane had a couple of kids who had been provided with juice boxes by the flight attendent, and I would have happily fought the kids for one, because damn, I was thirsty. But of course, I'm an adult, which means I don't get to have a beverage, because lord knows, I could take down the plane with a bottle of water.
Anyway, I guess the broader lesson here is that if you have an early flight, figure out some other way to get to the airport, because the bus isn't going to help. Also, put your toothpaste in a little ziploc baggie.
After all of that, though, I arrived safe and on time, if not rather hungry (breakfast having been part of the aforementioned crimped plans), and I got my first look at Prince George. It's very...brown. This is probably why I, despite being told how cheesy it was, quite enjoyed my hotel. I was staying at Esther's Inn, "your tropical paradise in northern BC" (that's pretty cheesy). But, check it:
(The turtle spits water)
It has greenery. And so, even though the lobby contains a large model outrigger canoe, and there are fake Polynesian masks all over the place, and the restaurants have names like the Monsoon Lounge and the Papaya Grove Coffee Bar, I liked Esther's, because I could look out my window and see palm trees. I refused to worship the tiki idol, though.
"Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul"
So then I spent two days apartment hunting, and dude, it was a lot harder than I thought. Apartments listed in the paper would be gone when I called. And I called them all, except for the ones in the sketchy part of town (a ten block area known as The Hood, for reasons unknown to me. But it's where the crack houses are). Finally though, on Thursday evening, I found a place. It's two bedrooms. It's by the library and the movie theatre. It's in my price range. Hurrah! I had looked at a few basement suites, but I really wanted a big-girl apartment, to go with my big-girl job. So I'm quite excited about that.
Got home Friday morning, barely upright from exhaustion. Spent Friday and yesterday scrabbling about, getting ready for my yard sale. OMG, so much stuff. Where the hell did it all come from?
Saturday night, I met anik, Ms. V, and Sophronia at the Trap and Gill, a sort of expat bar for maritimers. We listened to Celtic music, I had cake-pie, and anik corrected the punctuation on the beer sign. So a good time was had by all.
R2-D2 enjoys a night out.
Today I had my yard sale. It was raining, so everything got piled onto the porch. Fortunately, it's a large porch.
I started hauling stuff down just before 8:30, and I had gotten it all downstairs by 10:00, when the sale officially started. The first hour was a flurry of activity, but then it dropped off significantly. I was rather hoping for more people, but I still made fifty dollars, which is fifty dollars more than I had this morning. My last sale was to a girl of about ten who, when she spotted Boba Fett, let out a little gasp of joy. A child after my own heart. When her father handed her the three dollars, she was nearly transported with delight, for now she had a Boba Fett cutout, to go with her Darth Vader cutout. Boba was my house guardian for a lot of years, so I'm glad he's gone to a good home. And then I hauled everything inside. And then I hauled about half of the stuff back upstairs, so that it didn't block the hallway. And then I went out and tried to find all of my little signs so that I could take them down (I got 10/12). By the time I got home, I was almost nauseous, I was so tired. Landlord wanted to know if I would like to have dinner with him, dinner in this case consisting of pizza, and I was all "hell yes". I wasn't the most sparkling of dinner companions, as I was so wiped, but it was pleasant enough and I didn't have to cook. And I got strudel. Yum, strudel.
And now I'm going to have a bath with a buttload of epson salts, 'cause damn.
Anyway, I guess the broader lesson here is that if you have an early flight, figure out some other way to get to the airport, because the bus isn't going to help. Also, put your toothpaste in a little ziploc baggie.
After all of that, though, I arrived safe and on time, if not rather hungry (breakfast having been part of the aforementioned crimped plans), and I got my first look at Prince George. It's very...brown. This is probably why I, despite being told how cheesy it was, quite enjoyed my hotel. I was staying at Esther's Inn, "your tropical paradise in northern BC" (that's pretty cheesy). But, check it:
(The turtle spits water)
It has greenery. And so, even though the lobby contains a large model outrigger canoe, and there are fake Polynesian masks all over the place, and the restaurants have names like the Monsoon Lounge and the Papaya Grove Coffee Bar, I liked Esther's, because I could look out my window and see palm trees. I refused to worship the tiki idol, though.
"Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul"
So then I spent two days apartment hunting, and dude, it was a lot harder than I thought. Apartments listed in the paper would be gone when I called. And I called them all, except for the ones in the sketchy part of town (a ten block area known as The Hood, for reasons unknown to me. But it's where the crack houses are). Finally though, on Thursday evening, I found a place. It's two bedrooms. It's by the library and the movie theatre. It's in my price range. Hurrah! I had looked at a few basement suites, but I really wanted a big-girl apartment, to go with my big-girl job. So I'm quite excited about that.
Got home Friday morning, barely upright from exhaustion. Spent Friday and yesterday scrabbling about, getting ready for my yard sale. OMG, so much stuff. Where the hell did it all come from?
Saturday night, I met anik, Ms. V, and Sophronia at the Trap and Gill, a sort of expat bar for maritimers. We listened to Celtic music, I had cake-pie, and anik corrected the punctuation on the beer sign. So a good time was had by all.
R2-D2 enjoys a night out.
Today I had my yard sale. It was raining, so everything got piled onto the porch. Fortunately, it's a large porch.
I started hauling stuff down just before 8:30, and I had gotten it all downstairs by 10:00, when the sale officially started. The first hour was a flurry of activity, but then it dropped off significantly. I was rather hoping for more people, but I still made fifty dollars, which is fifty dollars more than I had this morning. My last sale was to a girl of about ten who, when she spotted Boba Fett, let out a little gasp of joy. A child after my own heart. When her father handed her the three dollars, she was nearly transported with delight, for now she had a Boba Fett cutout, to go with her Darth Vader cutout. Boba was my house guardian for a lot of years, so I'm glad he's gone to a good home. And then I hauled everything inside. And then I hauled about half of the stuff back upstairs, so that it didn't block the hallway. And then I went out and tried to find all of my little signs so that I could take them down (I got 10/12). By the time I got home, I was almost nauseous, I was so tired. Landlord wanted to know if I would like to have dinner with him, dinner in this case consisting of pizza, and I was all "hell yes". I wasn't the most sparkling of dinner companions, as I was so wiped, but it was pleasant enough and I didn't have to cook. And I got strudel. Yum, strudel.
And now I'm going to have a bath with a buttload of epson salts, 'cause damn.