Sort of kind of almost moved in.

I've been in this apartment almost a year. The last apartment I was in long-term was for three years, and even there I still had stuff in boxes the day I moved out.

One of my major problems with all the stuff I have--and I do my best to cull my pack rat tendencies--is that I don't have drawers or shelves to put it on. I haven't had a proper desk since 2001 when I moved out of rez. Until now.

A friend of mine had a going-away party on Wednesday. Her going away makes me sad. However, I acquired her quite nice roll-top desk, which makes me happy. I think it's going finally to pull my room together and make it something more than a sleeping chamber filled with crap.

Forthwith, pictures...



This is facing the wall opposite the closet. The door leads out into the dining room and that little blue blob in the lower right corner is my bed. On the left, obviously, are my windows. Stylin' desk, eh? Already stacked with clutter. I haven't sorted anything into the drawers of the desk yet, so a lot of that clutter will disappear eventually. Hiding behind the open door is my dresser.



This is taken from the opposite corner. My bed. My closet. My poster of Caspar David Friedrich's 'Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog', something I bought before heading off to university. It seemed appropriate then and still seems to apply now. Also, between the window and closet, above the heater, a drawing of the corner of St-Laurent and Des Pins. A christmas gift last year. :-)



This is the boring side of the room. Just my Canadian flag, a plant, and a Russian icon of John the Baptist, which was a birthday gift (I had originally planned to have my birthday party on St-Jean because it was the Saturday before, which is why my friend bought me the icon, but then I never had the party so the original intent of the gift was kind of moot. It's still pretty nifty, though. I think it came with a certificate of authenticity about it being hand-painted. But I'm not sure. It was written in Russian.) Hopefully, I'll soon have a night stand so that my alarm clock doesn't have to live on the floor (those plugs in the outlet are for my alarm clock and my phone charger). Your coffee trivia for today: Jamaican coffee does not ship in burlap bags like coffee from everywhere else does. It ships in barrels. Full barrels and half barrels. Generally, we buy our Jamaican coffee by the half barrel. There's not reason to hang on to the barrels after we've emptied them of the beans so I'm hoping to score one soon. There's one at the roastery right now, actually, but our roaster wasn't sure if it had already been promised to one of our wholesale customers who has been wanting one for a while. If not, it's mine. Wee. It'll make a rocking night stand.

Hiding in the dining room in that picture is the bike that I've been test-riding for the past couple of days that I'm probably going to buy. The guy I'm buying it from is cool like that. It'll be so nice to have my own bike, I just have to get used to biking again. My legs haven't been to happy with me the past couple of days (have I ever mentioned that I live at the top of a not insignificant hill?) but I'll get used to it. I'm doing my best not to over-extend myself.

That's all for now. I'm going to go read a bit more of 'Heat' by Bill Buford, which I just got from the library yesterday and am quite enjoying. Almost a hundred pages in. An easy read but quite enjoyable. I think it's about time for a nap too, though, so I'm not sure how much reading I'll actually get done.

Oh, and have I mentioned how much I love farmers' markets? I bought THE BEST peaches Wednesday at the market. Honestly, probably the best peaches I've had in years. And they were grown in Maine of all places. Georgia ain't got nothing on these peaches.