My computer has been down for a while again (monitor gave out, waiting for new one to come.) and everything I own (books, cd’s, dvd’s, clothes, who knows what else) is in boxes. Then there’s this family funeral thing, starting two new jobs (and maybe another internship, I still don’t know) and I am completely lacking in the cool topics on my blog department.
I reminisce to the month of November when I was so bored at my job that I could come up with some new and engaging rant on a daily basis – whether it was eating bananas in front of my coworkers to sippin syrup. As I don’t have the old job or health care for that matter, neither of those topics are relishing at this point.
In other news, Berkeley is a trip. You just don’t know until you’ve lived here. There are so many overgrown yards, gray-haired activists, crazy bike riders, Obama posters as big as cars and extremely overpriced grocery stores I just can’t keep up.
Every other week there are people protesting in trees, with the police building barricades around the trees for the sake of who? The people in the trees? The people outside of the trees? Is everyone in Berzerkeley just up in the trees? Egads. I don’t know.
My dog loves the neighborhood. So many places to defecate. So many cats to sniff. So many bicycles to be afraid of. So many randomly barking dogs tied to the front steps while their owners are gardening who jump at us only to be choked to death and spun backwards by the leash while their owners hold their jaws closed and go tsk tsk Foo Foo!
We found out the windows in our apartment had been painted shut, along with the beautiful brass hinges from the original doors. Luckily my Father had a trusty pocket knife and his handy screwdriver “Big Bertha”. We were able to open a couple of the windows. Not that we necessarily want them open. Because of all the greenery there are more varieties of mice and spiders than I ever saw in the valley.
If I come back as a spider I am surely in trouble. I have smashed a brown one, a black and red one, some daddy long-legs (oh and please, save me from the pest-rights people who are going to come banging down my door as soon as this goes live) and amply sprayed a very large ugly brown something until it finally backed away from the window. I think it would have helped more if I had an amplifier. “BACK AWAY FROM THE WINDOW SPIDER! I CAN SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND I DO NOT APPROVE!”
The former tenant was growing eggplant, edamame, peppers and long japanese cucumber, none of which have survived. There are surrounded on all sides by Milk Thistle and my dog. I could find more use for the Milk Thistle than I could for the defunct rotting vegetables my dog keeps hacking up on the carpet.
We plan on growing stuff – as soon as we obtain a rake and a spade and all that gardening stuff. I want to grow cherry tomatoes and some cool herbs. For cooking. Not for the other stuff those Berkeley people smoke. Na-uh. I’m wack enough as it is.
