The iris blooms are up and billowing pale hues of yellows, lavenders, and deep purples, stretched on top of thin green sticks like surrendering flags or drunken girls skirts on a hot summer night. It amazes me at how unashamed nature is at displaying sexual organs with such prominence, with scent, color, and shapes to ensure pollination and procreation. I just imagine -RATED R for sexual content- posted outside of secret gardens.
Anyway, enough of flowers. Bob left me. Oddly enough, he left me for another 30 yr old girl, much cuter than I though, with a betty paige type haircut and a mortgage and a cute dress. He'll be happy. But not having a scary looking big dog around really has me wondering about just me and pepper living in the sketchy part of akron. Not that I'm not excited about going to the gun range and getting a concealed carry permit.... sigh.
I have it narrowed down to two places:
Apartment A is suuuuper cute with a nice landlord and rent on a month to month basis. The kitchen looks like a lot of meals could come from it with it's nice work area and decent amount of counter space and cabinets. The landlord is apparently quite stylish with his choice of antique farmhouse sinks and clawfoot bathtubs. There's a dining room and a living room, but the bedroom is a bit small. There's a back porch and off the street parking and a very low deposit with an invitation to rip up the carpet if my little heart desires to reveal the hardwood (hopefully) underneath. Month to month sounds very appealing as I'm not sure what the hell I'm doing.
The unappealing part about apartment A is the location is kinda, um, not the worst neighborhood, but also not the best. I guess that's just Kron, take it or leave it, but not being able to walk my dog at night does not sound very appealing. I guess I can just take her to work with me but... hmm. Guess that's what you get when you need something cheap.
Apartment B is pretty close to an efficiency. The property manager lives downstairs and wears stained tshirts and collected "background check" money but hasn't called me back yet. It's a big kitchen with just a sink on one side and the fridge and stove on the other with just about no countertops. That's right next to the living room with stained carpet and lightswitches that are impossible to find. The bathroom isn't bad, there's a couple of closets, and the bedroom is very narrow which is where the front door opens into. There's a back porch, kinda, off the fire escape, and off the street parking. It's in the Goodyear area, which just built their new world headquarters so the area is pretty well maintained and it's right across the street from a park. Playing basket ball any time I feel like sounds pretty appealing. I wonder how many unsavory characters collect there at night though....
Apartment B is more expensive. For sure. And it comes with a 1 year ball and chain. Yes. I am afraid of commitment.
I'm cleaning, which I secretly love to do. Sweeping makes me happy. I'm also pretty happy at how clean my truck has been since usually it's just me and a dog or two in it. I let someone borrow my truck for a couple days and it came back filled with trash and newspapers and a book about vikings. It's pretty insane how you can love someone for something and hate them for it too. Creativity and reading interesting things is awesome until I have to keep picking up after it. But that subject is for a entirely different blog.
Right now I'm making a list for what has become the highlight of my week: the BRX manager's meeting on horseback. It's the best way to focus my boss, who usually can't stand still for more than 2 minutes, let alone listen and retain what I'm saying. Trail riding is the equivalent of getting locked in a room and being forced to communicate, only it's waaaay more fun. And memory retention has been ridiculously high.
Maybe I'll write a book about how physical activity should be integrated into workplace communication. It just seems like my boss retains a lot more of what I'm saying and we both are in way better moods because of it. I'm not sure if that's because we're both incredibly ADHD and having to focus on keeping the horses (ahem, not very well trained horses) in line draws more connections with the topics of discussion or what. Or maybe I just like riding around with a shirtless, ripped dude who keeps feeding me beers and complimenting what a great job I'm doing. Hmm, I don't know.
Back to cleaning and debating A or B and staring at my phone for confirmation from B and chasing my nieces around. And then later planting tomatoes, mowing the garden, loading up sheep for auction (a task I have been dreading), grilling veggies with lamb, drinking delicious refillable growlers, and trying not to dread the first of the month and decisions.
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