2003-06-21 - 8:08 a.m.
Everything is easy with scissors
It is now 7:53 am. I am sitting in my new apartment in Syracuse, NY, listening to the rain fall, which it’s been doing steadily since last night. There are crates and boxes and bags full of things strewn all over the floor, but I can’t find the scissors, so I can’t do a lot of organizing yet. Blergh.
But I’m here.
Yesterday was crazy. My car was packed to the gills, and poor Reg was pale from shock (seriously—I kept checking him to make sure he was alive). I could hardly see out my rear windshield. After about 10 minutes on the road, my overnight bag started to bear down on my right shoulder, and I kept pushing it back up. I even stopped at a rest stop in Pennsylvania to re-position everything. That kinda worked.
Then it started raining. And I mean, pissing down rain in an unbelievable way. And it didn’t stop. That ride would have been gorgeous, but it kept fucking RAINING. I kept struggling to keep my focus, especially when the rain got so bad I could hardly see out the front, much less the back.
I tried to call people, but only D answered, so I begged him to amuse me for a bit. Which he did. The rest of the time, it was just me and the seek button on the radio. I’ll say this about central Pennsylvania—they got some pretty damn good 80s stations there. I drove through PA shouting lyrics to REO Speedwagon. Good times.
Then I stopped at the first rest stop in NY. I was still about 2 hours away from Syracuse, but I needed to pee and get a bottle of water. As I was walking towards the building, a horn started blaring at me. It was Mom and Grandpop. Nice to see them on the road, I guess. But they were driving Grandpop’s car.
And why is this a problem, you ask? Well. *ahem* I spent HOURS loading up Mom’s car. I knew where everything was. I had it all set up in such a way that Mom could see out the back. And there she was, holding a lampshade in her lap. There was no room left. When we got to Syracuse, I also found out that he broke my lamp. Then we couldn’t find the poles to my kitchen cart. And now I can’t find the scissors.
Yes. We are all peeved at Grandpop right now.
But I got here anyway. The apartment is smaller than I remembered (aren’t all apartments?), but it’s starting to look bigger now that there’s stuff in it. It smells odd, like most apartments, but I have a candle burning at the moment. There are very few outlets in here with three prongs. But I will be fine. As soon as I can find the scissors.
By the way, we went to Bed Bath & Beyond last night, and Mom made Grandpop buy me a cart. He’s also responsible for getting me a new lamp.
We also took my neighbor out for Middle Eastern food. He’s a nice guy. Older. Photographer. After I’d been organizing for a while, I went into his place at 10:30 and he set up this lovely wireless network for me, so I am now hooked up to high-speed! Wooooo! No more dial-up!!!!!!
So far, so good. Still can’t sleep. But I’m sure I will once I find a pair of scissors.
