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Water and trees. (Not the story you might think)

26 Jan

I mentioned before that I live in Brooklyn. Like much of the country, we’ve had a pretty cold week.

The city decided to plant a tree in front of our building this week. In doing so, they exposed our water pipes to  (forecasted) below-freezing temperatures for several days, and now we have no water because the pipes froze.

That’s the story our landlord relayed to us, anyways. It was strange how it started: Wednesday night, J noticed that the water pressure from our bathroom faucet was low. Thursday morning, he ran into our landlord (who lives in the unit below ours) on the train, and discovered that the problem was going on in their place, too. Thursday night, our landlord informed us he’d checked throughout the house and hadn’t found a leak, and that the water coming in from the main line was very low. Friday night we had even less water pressure. This morning we had no water. This afternoon our landlord informed us that the pipes are likely frozen and it could take several days for them to thaw (where I come from, frozen pipes don’t so much thaw as they burst, so I’m thinking no water for a week.) So J and I went and bought gallons of water at the grocery store and made arrangements to shower at a friend’s apartment. And we fought about how much water to buy, because we’re both pretty pissed about the situation.

But we do have a skinny tree out front now that might provide shade to our building in like, 20 years.

In other news, we have a mountain of laundry to do (at the laundromat), our cat has not peed anywhere inappropriate in three whole weeks (either she had an infection that we cured with antibiotics or we haven’t done anything to piss her off lately) and this morning, before I realized we had no water, I finished painting the storage boxes my mom got me for my birthday and now our DVD collection looks like this:

Organized pop-of-color-y goodness

Organized pop-of-color-y goodness

As opposed to what we previously had going on, which was this:

What our DVD collection used to look like

What our DVD collection used to look like

I was pretty proud of myself. Then I realized I couldn’t wash off the paint.

But still proud.


About Me

24 Jan

A few things about me (the short version):

I like books, daffodils, chai lattes and blogs. I recently married my college sweetheart and got a pixie cut. Next up: world domination.

Photo of author

Feelin’ sassy with the new haircut

A few things about me (the long version):

I am currently in therapy. I don’t know how much I’ll talk about it on here other than to say this. As of now, it’s still pretty early in the process, and I don’t know how much I want to share with family, friends, and/or a faceless void possibly comprised of tens of anonymous readers. That said, the basics are: I was really depressed for a long time. I realized I was depressed, took a long time to figure out I might need therapy, sought therapy, am now in therapy and feeling less depressed. I am very hard on myself a lot of the time. I’m the kind of perfectionist who does not do things rather than do them and fail/have them not be perfect. My therapist is Gestalt-trained, which is a weird (to me, anyways) sort of therapy that (to the best of my understanding) works by examining tension in your body and connecting it to the emotions you’re repressing when you feel these tensions, and the root causes. I think it’s helping.

All my cousins on my dad’s side of the family call our grandmother Nonie. That’s because she is Italian and wanted to be called Nana, but I, the firstborn grandkid, couldn’t pronounce it and my version stuck. (I’m actually pretty proud of that.)

I have a yellow cat named Saffron that we adopted when she was a year old. Her paperwork says she shares my birthday, but that is of course the vet’s best guess. My husband J thought it was a sign anyways. Her name is inspired both by her coloring and by a character on Joss Whedon’s short-lived, much-beloved show Firefly. This should tell you pretty much everything you need to know about what kind of cat she is (a cat who will pee in inappropriate spots at inopportune moments, like on my umbrella before I leave for work on a rainy day), and quite a lot about what kind of nerds J and I are (Browncoats!).

Photo of author's yellow cat

My gorgeous cat, who may or may not be plotting murder or escape at any given moment.

J’s a freelance scenic designer. Sometimes he goes off and does theater somewhere else, sometimes for a month. Since we live in a 400 square-foot apartment, that’s not always a bad thing.

When I was younger, I wanted to be a writer, then a marine biologist, then an oncologist, then a writer again, then an actor, then manager of a theater company. Now that I’ve grown up I have no clue.

I work for an advertising agency because a)paycheck and b) health insurance. But if you’re a prospective employer who stumbled upon this blog, I was taking time to explore another possible career path. Having confirmed that it is not the career path for me, I am eager to return to the world of nonprofit administration.

I grew up in Northern NY, about 10 minutes away from the Canadian border, in a small-ish town that is big for the county it’s in (or it used to be—it’s kind of dying now as the industries that supported it are moving away.) My husband J grew up in Central NY in a tiny town about an hour away from the mall where I used to go back-to-school shopping each year (which is 3 hours away from my hometown.) We met my first month of freshman year in a theater program at a SUNY in the Hudson Valley. Now we live in Brooklyn, after a brief detour to Southern Indiana. We got married at a vineyard in the Finger Lakes in September of 2012. We really like living in NY state.

Photo of author and her husband in Halloween costumes

Us in our Halloween costumes, which cost us $8 total. (He was a cowboy, I was Rosie the Riveter.)

(I over-use parentheticals.)

If you’ve read this far, I am very pleasantly surprised! And I would also like to know as much or as little about you as you’d like to share, so please leave a comment if you have the time.