My Favorite Day (WOL)

I think Sundays are my new official Favorite Day. I don't have to go to class or work or meetings, I can just curl up with my books, take naps, and run silly errands simply to enjoy the weather. My kettle is bubbling, the dishes are sparking, and I wish I could find a job that let me curl up at home and forget the world outside my window even exists for hours on end.

To See or Not to See (WOL)

Entry for 01/20:
I was very ambitious today, to make up for yesterday I think, and completely rearranged the living room. When I moved in I only had a vague idea of how I wanted things to be, so the furniture mostly stayed where we carried it in, which was the most ridiculous setup. It was a configuration that actually managed to work against every available light. At the desk I faced away from the lights, in the chair I couldn't even acknowledge a light to face away from. Now everything is greedy of light, which is just the way it ought to be.

I'm trying to convince myself that buying reading glasses does not mean that I'm getting older or that I'm doomed to go blind by the time I'm fifty-two. I read somewhere that reading with your regular glasses or contacts in, if you're nearsighted, can actually cause your vision to worsen, which would explain my steadily decaying eyesight. I'm not about to pop my contacts out everytime I read during the day, but I generally wear glasses at home, so I could just switch between the two. Yet, is this not a sign that the end is, if not near, at least approaching? I can see myself now wandering around looking for the other pair of glasses that are neatly perched on top of my head. Forgetting to switch glasses and thinking that my eyesight has failed completely already. I'll be the stereotype of an old woman with glasses - all at the age of twenty-one!

But I think I'm going to do it. Anything for my eyes, I can't imagine not being able to see one day, I've always had a horror of it. The grim spectre seems to be getting closer, too. My glasses were late getting in at the doctor's, so my parents had to send them to me. Well, apparently they tried them on before they sent them. Over the phone, they said they were trying to see how they would look on, but that they couldn't see anything through them and that I was halfway to blind! I know they exaggerate, but it was an unpleasant thrill up my spine. They both wear glasses themselves and, when I used to play the game of 'Let's Trade Glasses!' (Did anyone else play that in elementary school?) my parents' were the ones that always made me dizzy. I used to put my mother's on, when I was sent to find them from where ever she had set them down, and pretend that I was exploring a strange, new world until I would start to feel nautious.

It's sad to think that I can't go back to that world anymore.

Vents and Venting

I called the apartment office this morning for maintenance help because my thermostat wouldn't turn the heat on until I would flick it to fan and then back to auto. Which was fine, except that I had to do that every time it kicked off or it would never turn back on. Mornings were very, very chilly.

They were very nice, sent out not one, but two maintenance men who replaced the thermostat and were fiddling with wires when I left to head to work.

I got home tonight to discover that the house was cold. No problem, I thought, they muct just have turned the setting down low to save me money.

Nope.

Set on 75, the thermometer also read 75, but I was shivering while still in my coat. Well, thought I, guess this themostat has problems taking an accurate reading, I'll call that in tomorrow. So I turned up the setting to kick the heater in.

Fifteen minutes later, I stomp to the front of the thermostat again and glare. Flick it to fan. Listen to the whirr of air. Click it back to heat. Wait. Voila! Heat.

So now, not only do I have the problem I had when I woke up this morning, I have a brand new one because I called someone to fix my original problem. Is this irony or just pathetic?

I'm going to go curl up under several blankets and sulk with a book of Sudoku now. And hot tea.