I know this post is essentially a reprise on yesterday's, but may I just register my gratitude for laptops & wireless internet technology? It's a gorgeous, sunny, windy day and I am currently sitting on the screen porch, drinking a glass of white wine, listening to Sonny Boy Williamson on last.fm, and blogging on my other blog, Museophilia. Remember when "using the computer" meant holing up in a study or den all day? ;)
You have to love a morning in which the biggest decision you have to make is whether to stay on the porch, checking email & drinking coffee or walk down to the beach to take the kayak out for a spin.
UPDATE: I am inherently lazy, so I chose the first option. ;)
If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you'd know that moving is something with which I have loads of experience. And despite the fact that I just moved into this apartment mere months ago, I was thinking about moving out recently.
It's not that I don't like my roommate - I do - or the apartment - also do. It was mainly because the GSBB & I had talked about living together. However, she's ended up moving in with The Mechanic's Older Sister (who needs a new nickname, as I haven't seen him for months).
So then I thought about getting a studio apartment somewhere in P'mouth, since I had moving on the brain. I searched for places on Craigslist, looked at a couple, and generally grew frustrated with the options.
Then, one evening, I was standing just inside my screen door while my dinner cooked, savoring a beer & gazing across the vacant lot to the mill pond . . . and it hit me that it would be massively silly to leave this place. It's close to downtown, it's affordable, all of my things are already here, and I can see (a little bit of) water from my front door!
So I'm here. I plan to sign a new lease for 8/08 to 8/09 and stick around for awhile. That is, unless I get the moving bug again . . .
I really am. For awhile now, I've been planning to migrate all of the posts from my old blog, Enigmatic Snippets, over here. However, in a fit of "social network downsizing," I canceled my Friendster account, to which that blog was linked. So now, typing the address of "baby's first blog" yields the following . . .
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Balls.
Haha, love this. Am not having that problem at the moment, but it's so fitting for boys who drop off the face of the earth. It reminds me of the message Harry leaves on Sally's machine when they're fighting (in "When Harry met Sally," obviously)."If you're there please pick up the phone, I really want to talk to you. The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe that you're a) not at home, b) home, but don't want to talk to me, or c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy. If it's either a) or c) call me back."
I know this post is essentially a reprise on yesterday's, but may I just register my gratitude for laptops & wireless internet technology? It's a gorgeous, sunny, windy day and I am currently sitting on the screen porch, drinking a glass of white wine, listening to Sonny Boy Williamson on last.fm, and blogging on my other blog, Museophilia. 
You have to love a morning in which the biggest decision you have to make is whether to stay on the porch, checking email & drinking coffee or walk down to the beach to take the kayak out for a spin.
Haha, love this. Am not having that problem at the moment, but it's so fitting for boys who drop off the face of the earth. 
