Archives for the month of: March, 2012

Sometimes that just hits me. Part of me is surprised when I’m not mistaken for a teenager in the school, and then I realize that some of the teachers are younger than me,  like I graduated college when they were 10th graders, younger than me. Yeep? I get called “Miss” by my kids occasionally, which is generic “respectful term for female older than you.”  So strange.

Nevermind the fact that I’m looking at 30, have been living on my own for almost 8 years, have a master’s degree, a cat and a really good (financed and used) car. I still forget that I’m a grownup. Maybe it’s the fact that many of my friends are married and/or having kids and I’m not there yet, although we talk about it all the time. Maybe it’s the fact that in our culture there is an extended adolescence that seems to stall everyone at 18 in some ways.

And then there are the times when I am reminded resoundingly that I am a grownup. Like when I went to Boston last weekend to hang out with my Best Friend Ever who came up from Nashville. A mutual friend of ours was going with some other friends of hers to see an Irish punk band at a bar near North Station. Red Flag! For those of you who don’t know Boston,  North Station is where the TD Garden is. Bruins and Celtics play there. Also, within easy walking distance of the strip of stupid that is the bars in Fanieul Hall. In short, a whole lot of young, drunk and stupid. And this was St. Patrick’s day. We got there 40 min before the mutual friend, and stood across the street watching the epic levels of stupid. Yelling, screaming, chanting “we’re going to part-ay” etc. Stuff that I didn’t like in college, and have less tolerance for now. We finally got inside, and it was insanely crowded. People were slamming into me left and right, I had to literally shove people to get to the bar. I was greatly displeased. Lesson learned: avoid bars in Boston on St. Patrick’s Day, and especially avoid college bars.  I’ve had quite enough of that thank you.

Boston was fantastic otherwise. Best Friend Ever and I laid on the beach in Revere in 80* weather. We each got sunburns, in March, on the beach. It was amazing. Exactly what I needed. And so much shopping! Scored a corset and a pair of super-cute heels at Buffalo Exchange, which, other than Mr. Crepe is our must-stop whenever we’re in the area.

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Adventures in unpacking continue. Things keep getting consolidated and moved around. I brought back most of my art stuff from my dad’s house on the way back from Boston. So now all of my paints and papers and beading supplies are here instead of in NH, so I can actually use them. However, it’s been fun trying to shoehorn them in. We took a box of books to Goodwill, all the duplicates, old, uninteresting comic books and things that we’ll never read again. We still have 3 boxes of books waiting for good homes.

In trying to shoehorn 3 space-hogging hobbies into a 2 bedroom flat, I find myself wishing for a house. A real house, with a yard, and space for a garden, and a basement and attic that I could put stuff in. My last apartment was the top half of a 2 family house, and I got the attic and basement storage. It was awesome. I don’t have that here, and I miss it. I’m also wishing I could do some landscaping. I see the forsythia and the magnolias blooming and go “I want that.”  So it’s probably time to go talk to a financial advisor and figure out how we’re going to pay for all the things we want to pay for in the next few years. When I first moved here I was balking at the idea of buying a house, but now that I’m a little more settled, I’m much more open to the idea.

We’re both artists, you’d think that we would have no issues finding artwork to put on our walls. We have tons of old art from high school, college, and for me, grad school.   The problem is, we don’t really like most of it. We’ve either seen it too much, or outgrown it.  Our walls are generally bare. I went through a bunch of stuff  this afternoon trying to find things to hang on our very bare, very white walls. I managed to find some nature photos that Jarak had mounted to foam board for a show, and an ink and conte drawing of a lamp that I did for a drawing class in college. Most of my work is very emotional, and from a different emotional space than I’m in now. It’s memories from my past that I really don’t want on my walls in my new life. I need to do an art swap with friends so that I get more artwork that doesn’t have huge emotional stories attached to them.

I have posters that need frames before they can be put up. I’ll get on that next weekend.

 

This apparently is the weekend of accomplishing things. I am now officially a New York State resident. I got up super-early (by 30 min) to get to the DMV as soon as it opened on Friday. In and out in under an hour, with new (fugly!) New York plates and registration for the Subaru, and a new temporary New York license. Plates and registration sticker went on this afternoon. I get to get my car inspected some time this week. This is the third inspection for this car in 6 months. I had to get inspected when I got it registered in Mass in October, and it was inspected about 2 months before that when the previous owners had to do it.

I realized driving around today, that my temporary NY license doesn’t have my photo on it. In Mass your paper, temp. license has your photo on it. Mine does not. I’m planning on heading back to Boston next weekend to spend time with my Best Friend Ever who’s flying up from TN for a much needed Boston visit. We expect to do a whole bunch of drinking, and probably some dancing. This may prove to be problematic because I no longer possess valid photo ID. I have my expired Mass license, which I’ll bring as a backup. Poor planning was poor… oh well. I don’t look like a kid trying to sneak into a bar, so hopefully it won’t be an issue.

It’s spring. I’m feeling antsy and in need of plants. I re-potted my spider plant that had become ridiculously root bound into a bigger pot, and trimmed and re-potted my african violet. The poor african violet is still suffering the effects of too much cold during the drive to NY and the subsequent forgetting that the plants were in the car in December. Hopefully trimming the stem and giving it some food will help.

I dumped all the soil out of my strawberry pot, mixed in new dark potting soil, inserted a PVC pipe with holes drilled in it to help with distributing moisture more efficiently throughout the pot, and re-filled it with soil. Then I planted sage, chives, parsley and dill. Hopefully they come up, and hopefully the pipe helps keep the plant dry.

I also planted the bulb I received at my friend L’s memorial service. It’s in a pot, and I may eventually plant it in the ground, but I’ve been so transient that I haven’t wanted to plant it in a place and then move away from it. When I buy a house I’ll plant it in the yard. In the mean time, let’s hope it sprouts. It hasn’t been kept cold but it also hasn’t been planted since I received it.

Last week I got 4″ cut off my hair. It was midway down my upper arm, and needed to be braided when I went to the gym, which was super-annoying. I have stupid-thick, wavy hair. It’s not brushing my shoulders. WAY nicer and way easier to deal with. I spent last Sunday dying it with henna and red-zinger tea. Now it’s on the redder side of auburn. Hooray $2 for 100g packs of henna from the Indian food store. And it makes my hair SO SOFT! The guy who cut my hair couldn’t believe that my hair was dyed and not damaged. (I dyed it back in September for my friend’s wedding.) I extolled the virtues of henna. No harsh chemicals, no crispy hair, just lots and lots of rinsing and potential clumps of green/brown henna on your bathroom floor/walls.

Spring always makes me want to change things and be productive. I’d like to think that I’m getting there. Tomorrow I make more spent-grain bread, and I promise I’ll post an actual recipe  for those who have requested it.