Vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
Tonight I went to my new house. No, it's not finished yet, and no, it won't be for a couple weeks (I knew those contractors were jumping the gun—Uncle Plumber hasn't been able to work on it as much as he'd like because of other stuff, and the wind has delayed the concrete and stucco color coat), but it's wonderful. I went in as it was getting dark and turned on all the lights (except for the ceiling fans, because I have to get different bulbs for those in the morning). My house is beautiful! I know I've been saying that all along, but the lights make a vast difference. I love the Tiffany pendant in my dormer, and the chandelier in my dining room—it's so small and cute! And mostly, I love the recessed cans in the kitchen and over the fireplace. They give everything this warm glow, and it makes the house seem so cozy and inviting, even though I don't even have carpet yet. Or blinds (which really are a priority). But I do have some of the window sills, and the rest are coming tomorrow, along with my kitchen appliances (I'm saving for the old washer and dryer). It really is a dream come true, and yes, Reuben, I'll get you some more pictures one of these days. But you can't even imagine how much fun I'm having, planning my decorating and entertaining pursuits. Ahh. This is what life is all about.
Really, this has been an idyllic day. I woke up this morning and did some office stuff—a little paperwork, helped a few customers, etc. And then, in something completely out of the ordinary, my dad/boss let my mother and me off the hook for the afternoon so we could go to Albuquerque and pick up some pictures of my little sister, the newly-crowned Miss Central New Mexico, from her triumphant pageant. It was so unexpected, and so lovely. Mom and I drove downtown, and I got reacquainted with historic Albuquerque. I mean, I normally go downtown once or twice a year. OK—big resolution here! Spend LOTS OF TIME downtown. It was great. Walking around reminded me of the good old days of working in downtown Salt Lake. And this photographer's office oozed sophistication. I think I might be a little in love—with his office, because the photog is married (though maybe the perfect example of exactly what I'm looking for in a man—artsy, cause-y, brooding and friendly at the same time… sheer perfection). But the office—It was on the second floor, and had these high ceilings and plaster walls and wood floors. If you actually had to work there, it might be death because of maintenance problems. But it reminded me of Europe—of the internet cafes in Lublin, and this random guy's apartment in Madrid—can't remember his name. Anyway, something about it made me decide that if I ever leave the insulation business and start something new, I'd better get an office in downtown ABQ. Or maybe it was just the guy. Meeting artistic people always emboldens me to channel my creativity.
But anyway, the rest of the afternoon was nice, too. We just went to Costco (do they have really great stuff or what?! The other day I bought these canned-food organizers I'm in love with) and to the Hobby Lobby where I bought some candlesticks at 90 percent off. And then I came home and had dinner with my family—a pesto, tomato and basil pizza, which tasted like the most delicious thing on earth. Maybe it's the pending change of season, but everything seems possible and positive today.