i wanted to like it and i didn't want to like it
tonight is... a supermoon! it's the pink moon. :D
saw an apartment today that felt like it was in the middle of nowhere (it isn't, except psychologically) and also felt smaller than it probably was. the rooms weren't big altho there were a lot of them, and the kitchen felt especially small because the owner put a full size washer and dryer in it. i don't want to complain about laundry in the unit, instead of down in the basement, but when your kitchen is already small? full size laundry appliances take up valuable counter and cabinet space. one of the bedrooms had two closets, tho, and the one closet in the other bedroom wasn't tiny, so that was nice. and the neighborhood was very quiet and residential and cute. it just felt very far from everything. so we're still looking. we're always still looking.
whoever took the pictures of this apartment for the listing did a great job - it looked bigger online. it was a nice place - well maintained, front and back porches, shared yard, off-street parking, an actual linen closet in the bathroom which was good because they also had a pedestal sink so there was no place to put the various health and beauty products and spare rolls of toilet paper that people keep in the bathroom - just not for us.
i was so productive at work and then i had lunch and pfft. nothing. at least i got a second wind in time for dinner - sheet pan chicken with asparagus and little red potatoes. good and good for you, and now i don't have to make dinner again until friday. :D see, this is why i need an apartment with a reasonable kitchen. i actually cook in it!
I know I’m getting away with a crime
stretched out on the couch
and listening to rain
making a hole in the afternoon
through which I can drift slowly away
for sleep is sometimes
just as delicious
as white polenta and grilled angle fish.
So I give up my hands,
my tears and my face,
the smells of tar,
damp rope and mud,
the late slanted light of November
rippling below on the gondola wood
and then I count backwards from 27
trying to pretend I’m Wallace Stevens
he of the freakish intellect
and the taste of a ruthless
wandering gourmet
who rummages in the mystical kitchen
in search of oranges and café espresso
or a blown glass peacock
or a Byzantine horse
cast in some delicate metal.
He speaks of the world,
how it’s changed by art
and bread you can’t eat
powdered with light
where someone is toasting
their mother’s health
and someone is writing a letter to death
which makes things beautiful
in its way
and also makes everyone the same
as laughter does
or the late autumn rain.
--"Venetian Siesta", Joseph Millar
saw an apartment today that felt like it was in the middle of nowhere (it isn't, except psychologically) and also felt smaller than it probably was. the rooms weren't big altho there were a lot of them, and the kitchen felt especially small because the owner put a full size washer and dryer in it. i don't want to complain about laundry in the unit, instead of down in the basement, but when your kitchen is already small? full size laundry appliances take up valuable counter and cabinet space. one of the bedrooms had two closets, tho, and the one closet in the other bedroom wasn't tiny, so that was nice. and the neighborhood was very quiet and residential and cute. it just felt very far from everything. so we're still looking. we're always still looking.
whoever took the pictures of this apartment for the listing did a great job - it looked bigger online. it was a nice place - well maintained, front and back porches, shared yard, off-street parking, an actual linen closet in the bathroom which was good because they also had a pedestal sink so there was no place to put the various health and beauty products and spare rolls of toilet paper that people keep in the bathroom - just not for us.
i was so productive at work and then i had lunch and pfft. nothing. at least i got a second wind in time for dinner - sheet pan chicken with asparagus and little red potatoes. good and good for you, and now i don't have to make dinner again until friday. :D see, this is why i need an apartment with a reasonable kitchen. i actually cook in it!
I know I’m getting away with a crime
stretched out on the couch
and listening to rain
making a hole in the afternoon
through which I can drift slowly away
for sleep is sometimes
just as delicious
as white polenta and grilled angle fish.
So I give up my hands,
my tears and my face,
the smells of tar,
damp rope and mud,
the late slanted light of November
rippling below on the gondola wood
and then I count backwards from 27
trying to pretend I’m Wallace Stevens
he of the freakish intellect
and the taste of a ruthless
wandering gourmet
who rummages in the mystical kitchen
in search of oranges and café espresso
or a blown glass peacock
or a Byzantine horse
cast in some delicate metal.
He speaks of the world,
how it’s changed by art
and bread you can’t eat
powdered with light
where someone is toasting
their mother’s health
and someone is writing a letter to death
which makes things beautiful
in its way
and also makes everyone the same
as laughter does
or the late autumn rain.
--"Venetian Siesta", Joseph Millar