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Post-Pennsic blahs
Well, sort of blahs, anyway. I'm feeling so much better than I was on Monday that I hate to even call this blah.
During my absence, it became easier to tell the kittens apart... Carmen has developed a bulge around her middle that clearly distinguishes her from her more svelte sister. It's rather amusing. I'm glad she's started being more freindly again; the first day and a half she was pretty standoffish and a few times even ran from me. Nothing like lying on your belly with your head under the bed, sweet-talking a cat, to make you feel like a mature, intelligent human being. Heh.
Another issue, of more concern, is the letter that I received from my downstairs neighbor, saying she's been bothered by the sound of banging and heavy furniture being moved in my apartment at around 5 or 5:30 AM. The note was dated the 18th. If we assume that she wrote it after being awakened that morning, there is something very fishy indeed going on. As in, I wasn't IN my apartment from the 8th to the 21st. A friend came to feed the cats and take care of the litter box, but I sincerely doubt he did that at 5 AM, and neither of those activities takes place in that room anyway. Furthermore, anyone who knows me will testify under oath that I am extremely unlikely to be doing anything more active than snoring at 5 AM. And while I have it on good authority that I used to snore mightily, I doubt that even my worst is THAT loud. Unfortunately, I have been unable to find Miss Lily home so that I can talk to her about this.
Nia and I are going to do laundry tonight. I do envy those who have washers and dryers at home. For that matter, when I got home Sunday night, my apartment was much more uncomfortable than camp had been-- neither is air conditioned but camp usually had a breeze. And the Baronial shower had better water pressure than my shower here. It made me seriously reconsider my love of this place, hardware floors and 9' ceilings or not.
During my absence, it became easier to tell the kittens apart... Carmen has developed a bulge around her middle that clearly distinguishes her from her more svelte sister. It's rather amusing. I'm glad she's started being more freindly again; the first day and a half she was pretty standoffish and a few times even ran from me. Nothing like lying on your belly with your head under the bed, sweet-talking a cat, to make you feel like a mature, intelligent human being. Heh.
Another issue, of more concern, is the letter that I received from my downstairs neighbor, saying she's been bothered by the sound of banging and heavy furniture being moved in my apartment at around 5 or 5:30 AM. The note was dated the 18th. If we assume that she wrote it after being awakened that morning, there is something very fishy indeed going on. As in, I wasn't IN my apartment from the 8th to the 21st. A friend came to feed the cats and take care of the litter box, but I sincerely doubt he did that at 5 AM, and neither of those activities takes place in that room anyway. Furthermore, anyone who knows me will testify under oath that I am extremely unlikely to be doing anything more active than snoring at 5 AM. And while I have it on good authority that I used to snore mightily, I doubt that even my worst is THAT loud. Unfortunately, I have been unable to find Miss Lily home so that I can talk to her about this.
Nia and I are going to do laundry tonight. I do envy those who have washers and dryers at home. For that matter, when I got home Sunday night, my apartment was much more uncomfortable than camp had been-- neither is air conditioned but camp usually had a breeze. And the Baronial shower had better water pressure than my shower here. It made me seriously reconsider my love of this place, hardware floors and 9' ceilings or not.
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Seriously, maybe you have a ghost. Or maybe, with your apartment empty, the sounds from other apartments echo through yours and down into the neighbor's. I dunno, why else would she hear noises when you are gone, and nothing when you are there?
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