Wednesday, June 4, 2014
The Dog Remains Housebroken
Apparently the apartment photography happened yesterday as planned. In the morning I tidied the house once again -- decluttering, cleaning the floors, making the beds, polishing the mirrors -- and left for work, essentially turning everything over to the real estate agent and hoping for the best. I was a bit concerned because Olga's digestion has been wonky ever since our recent trip to the canal, and she was home alone for a few hours after my departure. Would the photographer arrive at our pristine, gleaming, meticulously staged home and find...a turd?
Fortunately, that didn't happen.
(I'm sure the photographer would have handled the situation with aplomb. No doubt someone in that line of work has encountered almost every residential nightmare.)
Last night I paid our security deposit and first months' rent on our new place. Occupancy date is July 8. It's starting to feel real now, though it won't feel completely real until we sign the new lease in the next day or two. (Actually, it probably won't feel completely real until July 9!)
I am trying to edit our belongings in anticipation of the move, taking some (mostly unsaleable) clothes to the corner charity shop and some used books to the book thrift store. Dave never understands my compulsion to do this, but to me, moving is all about taking stock of your stuff and thinning the accumulation.
I'm also thinning my online life. I deleted my Twitter account yesterday, not that I ever used it. I think I tweeted approximately five times, once in 2009 and a few more times in 2010. I said clever things like, "I thought I'd try Twitter -- so here goes." Since then my account has been dormant. Yesterday morning I got to wondering whether it even still existed, so I logged in, and there it was -- hibernating, waiting for me. I read some recent tweets by people I'd "followed," mostly because I knew them. A former co-worker tweeted, "Don't judge us because we love tater tots."
I thought, do I really need this in my life?
The answer is no. Facebook contains enough inanity to keep me busy.
(Photo: Dogs at Kilburn Market, May 16.)