Oh that's nice to say.
Ah, the little gratitudes:
- My room is light enough in a pleasant way that sleeping in is not all day:
- The amazing difference between sleeping in a drafty, uncared for rickety room where on a chilly night like last night I could pile on layers of blankets and still freeze and an insulated room with dual pane windows where all I needed was two light blankets and I was cozy.
- Normal house sounds. No billowing clouds of pot smoke or people snorting and laughing like a braying jackass (My former landlady's signature laugh) no loud beats. Just normal moving about the house sounds, kitchen sounds, doggy walkabout sounds, music.
- Bird song outside my window.
- My kitty's gurgling purr.
First Garden Discussion:
Hades: I killed the wasps. I sprayed them last night
Me: You know if your mom would get over her fear of bees we'd have more fruit! You don't get to kill bees even if your mom says so!
Hades: Yeah Pollination
And we have our word for the day!
The gender, sexual preference and age demographic of my housemates is evident when you look in the shower and see Irish Spring & Old Spice shampoo and Dial soap. At least there's no Axe. Now, by the Old Spice and Irish Spring you might think I am living with older fellows, but no these lads are in their 20's and have not yet had girlfriends who have introduced them to the finer things, like conditioner and shampoo not being in two separate bottles and the appeal of your hair not smelling like your dad.
It's pretty impressive when a place occupied mainly by heterosexual men has a bathroom that only takes me 15 minutes to do tub, toilet, sink and floor. The floor needed mopping the most but there is a doggle so that's going to be a given. Much, much less disgusting than the place I moved from. I also suspect that Hades tries to keep things civilized for when Persephone likes to visit.
Also, just took my first shower here. The shower head is mounted unbelievably high. It's the Mt Everest of shower heads. NBA stars would be quite comfy in our shower. Today was the first and last time that I will switch the water flow from the tub to the shower BEFORE I get in! Why? Because our shower is actually a class 4 hurricane! Alert the National Weather Service!
I am going to start a home business, charging tall people to take comfortable showers at my house! Mwah ha ha! I'll be rich!
First Inside Joke
Hades stops me to say he is going to the store to get stuff for fajitas.
He says he's going to get rice and beans.
I remind him we have a crap load of rice and beans.
Yeah Yeah. Next time. I'll just grab some.
But I can make it while you are at the store.
Naw. I'll just get everything.
I am now getting a clearer picture of why there's so much food in this house waiting to be cooked and multiples of things, like olive oil, from trips made to the store for dinner without checking the cupboards first.
Hades goes off to the store for the vittles.
I text him to say, Well don't forget to pick up olive oil, we definitely need olive oil.
He texts back: Ha Ha ha!
And we have our first official household joke.
Hades turns out a mean spread of fajitas.
Ok. He went to the deli at Mi Pueblo and got everything ready made but he did heat the fajita mixture up in two pans, take the lids off the rice and guacamole, rip open a bag of chips and toast the tortillas on the open stove flame all by himself.
And it was delicious.
And I eated it.
First Things That Go Boom!
A few minutes later. BOOM. She startles all over again. Climbs on my lap.
The window is open so it's really loud.
Whoops! Hollers & laughter.
Boom! Boom! Pop.Pop.Pop.Pop.Pop.
Some things don't change no matter where you live. Stupid people and firecrackers that make the house shake and the car alarms sing,
And it goes on late into the evening because these kids today just can't help themselves.
First Cocktail Shaken
Blackberry ice cream, muddled strawberries, almond milk, peach juice, cinnamon, vanilla, grenadine, strawberry vodka, regular vodka.
First Fight (preparing for)
I discover that the diabolical laugh of Hades is more like a giggle. A contagious giggle. Not wanting to interrupt the fearsome and extremely tall lord of hell to get my booze off the high shelf, I get my step ladder and take care of business.
I tell Hades that I'm prepared for our first fight. I'm going to pull out my stepladder and say, Hey! I don't need you!
Actually, right now I don't think either of us can imagine getting in an argument but you know....let's just be realistic and then figure we'll probably work it out.