I just got back from the bathroom. Success! The last time I had success was Friday morning, so you can imagine the relief I'm feeling. Ahhhh. Obviously, I avoided pizza yesterday. Instead, I whipped up a batch of Gyoza, or dumplings for dinner. Actually, whipped up is misleading. It took a couple of hours and then I had to plead spouse to help me finish closing them up. I use a fork to close the dumplings into half moons, and spouse reminded me as he always does that there is a tool for this, like a pizza cutter. I tell him I know that, but we don't have one. I made eighty of the things and got a blister from pressing on the fork. I should probably go buy that tool. Anyway, I cooked them up and served with peanut sauce (equal parts peanut butter, sugar and soy sauce with a little hot water) and asparagus. But wait, there's more to our exciting Saturday night.
I had arranged to go upstairs and take pics of the interior of the apartment that will be vacated at the end of June. At five pm, I posted the ad on craigslist. At 5:18, we received our first call. We decided to let everyone leave messages and I'd call back today. We had dozens of calls but only 6 messages. I say only, but don't you think that's a lot when the place isn't even available until July? A strange thing about Montreal. All the leases are done July to July, so July first is known as Moving Day up here, an annual clusterfuck unlike anything I've ever seen. I figure we'll have a signed lease by the end of the week for the place.
While the phone ran off the hook, we ate our gyoza and watched Transgeneration, a documentary series from the Sundance channel that follows four college students through their journey to becoming the other sex. Fascinating.