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2008-09-16 11:13 AM Fitful Night It started out all right, the night's sleep that is. I was up late and when I felt I could sleep, I tried. It took a little longer than I expected to get there but I finally did.
The first few hours were restful, but then that ole sneaky subconscious came, well, sneaking in. They're in the process of painting our buildings. I've been a bit irritated with them because initially they were going to begin on the 5th. They sent a flier around on the 4th telling us that they'd be power washing and then painting and asking us to make sure we had everything off our our patios. A few hours later, old boy shows up to power wash. I still had my plants inside from Fay but I had already taken my patio furniture back out. So I once again drug that back inside. He said he'd be back the next day to begin painting. Well, the next day Hanna came by and it rained. So my patio furniture has been inside my tiny apartment, along with my (big) plants eating up valuable room. And painter dude never came back. So I finally put everything back outside over the weekend, and low and behold, he shows up yesterday to paint the walls and ceiling. He said he'd be back today to do the floors. Still waiting. But I've yet to bring my plants back inside. Anyway, already too long to make it short, but... I guess thinking about dragging the plants back inside just stuck in my crawl. I subconsciously, I was listening for him to be back, in case I'd have to jump up and drag in those plants. I started having dreams about they doing more than painting. Like remodeling, almost. Taking out my beautiful wide glass doors in both rooms and closing in the patio completely. Doing that would severely shut out a lot of light. and in my dreams I began to feel claustrophobic. and I was ticked and distraught because how could they that take an open design like that and shut it up? One of the reasons I like the place so much is because of the wide open balcony and the two large sliding glass doors. I drive around and see other apartments that have neither balconies/patios or even large windows. And I feel very fortunate to have found somewhere affordable, so close to the beach and with so much natural light. Anyway, after tossing and turning, I finally just got up. So now it's time for me to walk to the store and think about my pic of the day. and btw, dude has just now shown up to paint, i think. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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