Wednesday, December 17, 2008

A Bit of Bubbly

I spent my evening watching "Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day" in just the type of mood that made me smile goofily through most of it and then tear up a little at the end. Also, it's made me feel like using the word "quite" quite a lot. It also made me quite inclined to draw myself a bubble bath. But that felt too awkward, so I decided to take a bubble bath instead. Yes.

And it was quite lovely! And I used the bamboo bath caddy that dear Emily gave me as a gift, and it was quite a convenient place for keeping my wine and my bubble bath and my "Pure Drivel" by one Steve Martin, which I am quite enjoying.

So maybe now you think that I just loll about all day long and then soak with Drivel in the bathtub at night, but no! In fact for the last two days I have done some w-o-r-k. That I will be paid for! In dollars! (Though I'm told the conversion rate from California dollars to Texas dollars is less than favorable.) So work is starting to happen, but that's not very interesting so I'll not waste any more of your time on it.

What WAS interesting, quite, was this past weekend wherein our good friend Marcy came to visit. If you are the numberly type, you will have noticed that this increased the amount of friends we have in Austin by 1, leaving us a grand total of... 1! One friend! Of course, if you are like a John Nash at word problems, you will note that when she left on Sunday we were minus 1 friend, and therefore are back to 0 (zero) friends in Austin. But she did bring our cat Mr. Pickles with her, so I guess with The New Math that puts us at .273 friends.

Anyway, I will have to talk more about the funness of our weekend tomorrow, because now I am tired. Quite.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Week One!

The internet is here, the internet is here! Finally!

Also! WE are here! Here is Austin! Here we are! And there are exclamation points!!! Wheeee!

It has been just over a week since we arrived here last Wednesday evening. It was a super duper weird feeling driving into town knowing that we were coming here to stay. As we drove into Austin proper and got nearer and nearer to our little house, we both experienced a sensation that is something like this: the impulse to dry heave + pulling into the parking lot at Disneyland + OH SHIT + mid-terms + peepants + HUH? + trampoline + YES! + OH HOLY SHIT. That sort of begins to cover it.

All we could say for a few minutes as we parked in front of the house was:

Me: Oh my god.
Him: Holy shit.
Him: Ho. Ly. SHIT.

And then we kind of bounced up to the front door, and Mikey scooped me up and carried me over the threshold, saying, "I know you're supposed to do this at another time, but I wanted to do it now." Did you just vom a little in your mouth from how sweet he is? I'm sorry. He is SO sweet. I love him.

But it wasn't all fairy dust and rainbows as it turned out. The house hadn't been cleaned after the previous tenant, and also the gas wasn't turned on. What this meant was mouse poopies on top of the fridge, a carpet made of dog hair, icky toilets, and random bits left behind including a can of soup, one leaf of dry lettuce, a purple kiddie pool, a pile of pennies, powdered vitamin supplement, a conch shell, and various and sundry other curios. This was sort of ok because our stuff wasn't arriving for three days, so we'd have time to clean before moving it all in. But who wants to move into a dirty, hairy, poopy house?

In a wonderment of bad timing, no one could come turn our gas on for a couple of days, and Austin suddenly experienced its first real cold snap of the season. When we drove up, it was a balmy 74 degrees. By the time we went to bed, it was about 30. So Mike and I huddled together in our sleeping bag on our air mattress on the floor, waiting for the Lowe's to open so we could rush out and buy a space heater. But at least we had a couple piles of dog hair to keep us warm in the meantime.

And when the gas man DID come, Mike had to physically restrain me from frenching him. Because not only was there no heat, there was also no hot water. No hot water + freezing cold house = no showering. And we also hadn't showered at the ranch in west Texas, because the house was so rarely used that the water had become sulfuric. This amounted to about 5 straight days without showering, so you can imagine the condition we were in after being cooped up in the cab of a Ford Ranger across the second largest state in the union and then sleeping on the floor. Not pretty.

So, not very auspicious beginnings. But! We're getting things in order, and the place is starting to feel really good. Cleaning it was definitely more of a project than in the tiny old Venice apartment. I could vacuum every inch of the old place from a single plug... this place takes a little more doing. But it was all worth it when we came home from happy hour one night last week, and we were able to head to separate bathrooms. "I'm peeing at the same time as you!" I had squealed with the special kind of glee that only two toilets can bring.

So there you have it. We're here, and things are happening. We have a Christmas tree up and we're showering daily. We are like REAL adults.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Back at the Ranch

On Monday evening we arrived in Snyder, TX, population 10,000. This is
where Mike's family has had a ranch for generations - his great
grandparents homesteaded the land way back in the day. It was a long,
flat drive there from Santa Fe, past fields of cotton, many cows, some
giant wind turbines, and a lot of west Texas oil wells. I didn't know
oil wells stunk so much, but I guess if they're on your land it's just
the smell of money.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

A Cave With a View

Feathers Not Dots

After the nuclear bomb shrine, we got prehistoric and visited some
ancient Indian cave dwellings at Bandelier National Monument. It was
crazy to think that 600 years ago there was a tribe of people living
in this pueblo in the canyon, hunting with bows and arrows. It was an
amazing place.