I think someone is over summer.
I completed the move to my new apartment and the new mission is renting out my old apartment so I don’t have to pay double rent for September. I spent the majority of the morning inhaling Soft Scrub fumes while polishing old apartment’s kitchen. I then had seven showings today, which was exhausting.
The worst showing of the day was this angry old black woman and her big flamboyant nephew. He’s bouncing around the apartment lisping “honey child” and “ooo gurl” as she gives the Marge Simpson growl and screams “DON’T TOUCH ME!”
And so I ended the weekend roasting hot dogs on the shore of Lake Superior and staring at the stars with the Rottweiler. The Bullmastiff and boyfriend are asleep.
My boyfriend doesn’t listen to me.
I told him that I did not want a birthday president. I don’t like celebrating my birthday and I think gifts are unnecessary hassles. So what does he do? He arranges a weekend in Grand Marais. Ugh.
And of course it’s fun and intensely beautiful.
I know I keep referring to “the dogs” on this blog and yet only posting pictures of Harley, the bullmastiff. Don’t worry, I haven’t murdered my Rottweiler yet. It’s just that spastic doesn’t photograph well.
Until today!
I explored Nordeast during the past few days and my first impression of my new neighborhood is that it is filled with factories, old churches, dive bars, and hipsters.
Tader and I spent the bulk of the weekend recording episodes for Listener’s Discretion Advised, a popular gay podcast hosted by Margie Pederson. There is a public health STD/awareness angle in there somewhere, but most of it is catty talk spirited debate. Topics included: open relationships, gay club life, moving in with a loved one, and gay stereotypes.
It was a totally classy affair.
I get a text from the lead painter around 6 a.m. – he wants to know if I can let the painters into my old apartment at 6:30. The apartment isn’t completely cleaned, so I try to stall him to 8:30 a.m. and we finally agree on 10 a.m.
Then my landlord’s carpet cleaner calls to tell me that his schedule cleared up and he’s available today as well. Suddenly my disaster of an old apartment looks totes clean and rentable. Win!
I decided that it was appropriate for Harley to join me on my last moving trip to the old apartment. I had Harley before I even had furniture for my first “grown up” apartment in this building, and he totally loved the ride.
Our new apartment is the bottom floor of an old house. There is a new outside entrance for the upstairs unit and the old staircase is now one of our closets.
The perfect place for my shoes!
What an exhausting day. I work from home three days a week so I took the other two days “off” for ze great move. I spent most of the day working, showing apartments, and hauling carloads of my hoard to my new apartment.
I did however take the time to skip to Lake of the Isles with the dogs this morning:
We signed the lease to our new place today. So of course the dogs and I spent most of our time at Lake of the Isles.
I’m moving away from Uptown this week. It may sound silly, but what I will miss the most about this neighbor is the stickers.
Sticker graffiti is fascinating. I think I enjoy the sticker art so much because it is higher quality than sprayed graffiti and the stickers are also hidden throughout the neighborhood, so I may be the only person on the street who notices them. It’s like finding a prize.
One nice thing about the new apartment is that it is close to the Mississippi River trail. This means no more driving the dogs to Minnehaha park.
