Things I'm enjoying about the new place
Feb. 22nd, 2005 03:05 pm- Less driving
It's about ten-fifteen minutes closer to work
than my house is, and about half an hour closer than the Washington
house was. It's closer to Rosa's grandmother's house. There's no
commuting back and forth between Washington and the city to see each
other. I've gotten several hours a week back!
It's further from
Ray's, yes, but I only have to go there once a week, and it's hella
closer than Washington was. He was so pissy when I told him we were
moving; he kept talking about how much he was going to be
inconvenienced. He never gave me any credit at all for driving in from
Washington to pick Rosie up--only got grumpy if I was ten minutes late.
Of course he's been half an hour late so regularly that I was quite
taken by surprise when he showed up on time this week. - A new
playmate for Rosa
The next door neighbors (who are also the
landlords) have a six-year-old boy called Leo. They've already played
together two or three times and seem to get along quite well. Even
better, their evening schedule meshes relatively well with ours; Rosa
used to try so hard to get together with the neighbor girl at the old
house but she was always "going to bed" right about the time we got
home.
(I'd swear I had posted about this but I can't find the post)
The first day they played together I got a call after a couple of hours.
"Uh...The kids got into our face painting stuff. Do you want us to wash
it off? She said she wanted you to see it..." Well, if she wants me to
see it I want to see it too. When Rosa got home, she was fully
decorated. Leo (his name is Leonardo, go figure) had painted a
butterfly-like design on her face, and various other things on her arms,
legs, and tummy. It was quite good, too. I wished I'd had my camera
handy to record them for posterity. Sadly, I was forced to give her a
bath, as the paint was coming off on everything. - Trees
We've
got two acres with quite a number of trees, and the neighbors' yards, in
all directions, are also wooded. - Home-cooked
meals - More time with Tammie and Chris
Which is of course
the whole point. *grin*
Sunday, while Rosa was playing with Leo again, I was chatting with his
mother. She asked me whether Joanie is my mom. "No," I said, "she's
Tammie's." Jan was puzzled. She said, "I thought you two were sisters."
I said, "No," and left it at that. I am dying of curiosity wondering
what she thinks now.