9 for 09
(Not really defining things for 2009, nothing too profound, but it seems like a good time to post 9 random things.)
- I’m a little sore today: I rang in the new year with a 5k at 7:00pm, dinner at a great restaurant, late conversation about theology (really truly, and yes I know it’s nerdy, and most of it was over my head), and a few fireworks-sitings from the roof of my parents’ place. This combined with yesterday morning’s yoga class has left my body a little wonky.
- Illinois continues to be a…fascinating?….corrupt?…side-show-ish?…place for politics. I probably shouldn’t care so much, but it’s like a car accident I just can’t take my eyes off of.
- I’ve been knitting mittens lately. Someday, I’ll get the picture posting on this site working again and I’ll post pictures of mittens.
- After 6 months of living there, we finally hung pictures in our apartment. And my Dad came out to hang the organ-pipe shelves in our living room. It feels like a place where people live.
- Inspired by #4, I am contemplating painting my bathroom. Because the paint in there now is not for bathrooms, and it’s starting to crackle. I’m thinking a nice nutty-brown color, and in the weird cave-like alcove that contains the shower and the soaker tub, a darker shade of the nutty brown. I figure if you’ve got the cave thing going on, you might as well really do it up like a dark little cave.
- However, the only way I can see the bathroom happening is if we stop using it for about a week. I think I could squeeze in the painting of one wall a night, but what with the strange floor plan in there, it actually has 8 wall surfaces.
- And if we did the bathroom, we might as well do the bedroom, right? How about a creamy orange?
- We’ve had a second visit from the cleaning service. Incredible. Life-changing. I feel like I can have people in my house. Want to come over?
- If I do one thing in the new year (OK, there’s a million things I should do in the new year, but…)…Erik bought me a very nice camera for my birthday. I always wanted to take photography, but it never worked out. Due to some weirdness about transferring schools half way through high school, I had a senior year with a ridiculously open schedule…13 study halls per week one semester! I asked the photography teacher to put me in his class, but I was also doing an independent study in creative writing with him, and he refused to let me in because he wanted me to “Concentrate on my writing.” I should probably stop griping about it and take a class.
Happy New Year, all!