* I actually thought this was pretty yesterday, despite my crankiness about the snow. Check out those icicles too.
* At the end of the summer I brought in the exterior potted plants and kept 3 in the apartment and put the other three in the pitch-black basement (they were already scraggly). Every week when I went down to work-out, I saw them slowly dying. I wrestled with the guilt of dooming the plants to die. Then one of them flowered last month and yesterday I saw the geranium had come back to life. So I brought that one upstairs. I don't see how it's possible since they've had no light or water since October, but he/she must really want to live.
* It would take only a half million dollars for us to pretty much retire. That's how much to pay off the buildings. At the current rate, they'll be paid off in 20 years for the one, and 24 years for the other. I'll be 66 then. So far away, I wonder if I'll make it.
* Gayprof wondered aloud about the garage we have for the car. Well, since the city seems to pay no attention to the fact there is a garage with a no parking sign on it, they pile all the snow plowed from the alley in front of it. Therefore, we have to keep the car out, or it will be entombed inside until they get around to clearing the snow (usually day 5 after the storm on that side of the street).
* Up here they have an expression "avoir les petits yeux" (to have little eyes) which means, "you look tired".
* The earth is such a perfect sphere that if it were the size of a basketball, you wouldn't be able to feel Mt. Everest with your fingers.
* We've got another tenant woe. I've been keeping it to myself because, ugh, it makes me feel shitty to think about it. Here we are the 15th, and he still hasn't paid fully for February. This is a 20ish guy who just "had to have the apartment" back in December and when we said that we always check credit, offered to bring his father over to cosign right then. So we relented. My gut told me no, but he waved cash at me, and like Kryptonite on Superman, I crumbled. Anyway, the story (this month, last month's was different) is that he cashed his paycheck and then got attacked and robbed! When he told us, he scrunched up his eye as though it were sore from being punched. He got an advance from his job for part of the rent (and gave me the company check that he signed on the back). I really hope this is the only thing I'll ever have to write about this one.
* That reminds me. Two party checks. They won't take them if you go see a teller to make your deposit. However, slip that sucker in the ATM, and it clears every time.
* You know soon, we will adorn our walls with digital screens to display any artwork of our choosing. That's the logical next step to the digital photo frames. (Which I want, but am waiting for the price to go down.)
* I've been a crankball all week, the snow being a major instigator. Still, I'll take a crankball week over a bluesy depressed week any day.
* I saw nude dancer Wednesday while I was driving. He was walking down the sidewalk. I spotted his swagger first and thought, "That's how nude dancer walked, oh and look, he's got red hair too, is it? Ugh, it is." That swagger man, it still gets under my skin. (For any newbies, the nude dancer saga can be found here.)