2005
how scandinavian of me
maura @ 9:25 pm
Phew, the weather’s finally broken, and though it’s still humid this is NOTHING compared to the past week or so. Seriously, it was like swimming through the sweat of each and every one of my fellow New Yorkers every time I left the house (or the a/c-ed office). Eeewww.
And with the cooler weather comes Energy! And Resolve-To-Blog-More-ness! Yes sirree!!!
(Also, I’ve finally been able to drag my butt back into the gym recently, which is definitely having an impact on my mood + alertness levels.)
Alert the CDC! Recently I’ve discovered a new disease. It’s called time-to-move-itis. The description goes something like this: July 30th marks six (6!) years since we closed on our beloved apartment. Six years! That’s a long time. In fact, that’s three times longer than we ever lived in any other apartment during our entire relationship (15 yrs.).
Further, Jonathan and I are members of the 70s nomad generation. Our parents moved a lot when we were little, for various (both half- and full-assed) reasons. I can’t summon the exact lengths of Jonathan’s tenures in his childhood abodes to mind right now, but I can sure as poop tell you that in my own childhood we never lived in any apartment or house for 6 yrs. straight, no way.
AND, what’s the first thing you do when you move into a new place? That’s right, you take a day and completely, thoroughly clean that puppy, top to bottom. Inside the fridge and cabinets. Along the baseboards. The windows. Hell, if you’re really spazzy you might even paint (though we only did this once and it was nearly a relationship-killer, seriously).
So, to recap: six years is a long time to live in one apartment. Six years is also precisely the amount of time it’s been since we washed the windows or cleaned inside the cabinets. Well, except for the kitchen cabinets, since we renovated the kitchen about 4 yrs. ago.
The cure? Obviously it’s time to move!
(Just kidding. What will really happen is that I will use my summer Fridays to clean the house, except for the windows, which will just stay dirty. And the painting. We’re currently deadlocked over that, with Jonathan wanting to pay someone and me thinking we should save the cash and do it ourselves. Stay tuned!)
2 comments on “how scandinavian of me”
Ah, nesting. Still wish I had more time to do cleaning things here. Yeah, the windows: I think technically the *outside* of the windows are the building’s responsibility, and the *inside* are ours, but I am stingy (and stingy for the whole building, too!) and don’t want to bring that up at a coop meeting as I’m sure it’ll raise our maintenance, which is already going up because some weird tax abatement is expiring, harrumph! Plus I really do not get the whole outside window-cleaning thing, as they just get dirty again anyway. But I’d also like to be able to see better out of the bedroom, so I will clean them at some point.
Indoor moping, I’m doing it here too! And dreading picking Gus up from school today in the bazillion degree weather.
Almost lunch time! Hope the little guy is on his way out soon!
Don’t tell *ME* about the #$@^& heat!!! And if you have any say in it whatsoever, manage to get pregnant so that your due date is in nice springy April, not end of July/early August.
That whole nesting thing is so over (wasn’t it supposed to mean something? such as minutes away from impending birth?) but your dirty windows reminded me, thanks! Also what is up with you having to clean windows anyway–do you now own the entire building? What fun is it to live in a multi-family dwelling if you can’t call someone for help when things go awry? I never did understand NY housing…I think it completely goes against the laws of property.
OK, back to more indoor moping! The theme of the day is “why bother?” I think Ben is gonna make me go someplace tho.