Nom de Plume

Steve just called me to tell me the floors are not only purple, they’re dark purple and have paint splatters on them. He said I would hate it. To which I blithely replied that I hated the carpeting more. We’ll see.

Oh my head.

From John L. and pretty funny.

I’m bleary this morning because I packed the coffeepot last night. (What was I thinking?) During the drive in, I thought, “This is great! I’ll give up caffeine!” Then reality set in when I almost backended another car.

The move is shaping up, and the old apartment looking bare. We’re getting to keep some of the built-ins because they’re tearing down the old place the moment we move out.

I’m getting excited, though am not really looking forward to this week. Steve spends tomorrow ripping out the powder blue carpets. He spends the day after that U-Hauling stuff. I’m not sure what he’s doing on Friday, but he’s taking it off too.

And then, in just under two weeks, I’m U-Hauling the rest of my stuff from Boise. YAY. I’m getting excited.

It is a truth universally known that the whole point of a reading a romance is to avoid the happily ever after because it never is. That said, I was compelled to pick up this book because … well, who can resist? And, aside from some glaring grammatical lapses, a far too liberal sprinkling of archaisms, and a sometimes clumsily pieced together plot, it was pretty entertaining. Basically, it tells us what Austen couldn’t: that Lizzy and Darcy have a rip-roaring sex life.

On style.

except WOW.

Took a load over to the house and stuck in the garage last night. Then went swimming at Seward Park. Doing the same tonight.

Mike Hurley was in town for three days, took off yesterday. On Monday, we went to the Buena Vista for the view and the best mojitos in town.

I am a writer who hates to write.

We start on the 18th. Steve is taking a few days off, ripping out the carpet, the falling apart deck and removing the concrete in the back. (He’s scared the tenants into moving on the appropriate day by warning them he was having a dumpster delivered. “Should I have it dumped in the front or in the back?” my sweet boyfriend asked innocently. “I wouldn’t want it to block your moving.” “A dumpster?!” she asked incredulously. “Well, we really hadn’t planned that far ahead.) We move that following weekend, so home will be 9313 Lima Terrace South by the 23rd at the latest.

Then, I fly to Boise on the 27th, pick up stuff. Am taking the entire next week off to mosey on back, unpack, rearrange furniture while Steve’s gone. Maybe even paint. Hmmm, I wonder what Martha Stewart’s new paint collection is like … prison gray? incarcerated indigo? insider trading teal?