Oy, is this place a mess. I finally got everything in the kitchen put away and today I’ve been working on my office. Adam, meanwhile, has been busy being Mr. Fixit, a job he seems to relish. In order to paint the upstairs bathroom (Barely Blue) he completely removed the sink and half the toilet. Who knew he was so handy? Tomorrow we go shopping for a new sink at our new home away from home: Lowe’s (the toilet was fine as is). After the last experience painting together (and given the miniscule size of the bathroom), Adam painted that one on his own. Next comes the library (Rose Taupe) and then we start to attack the wallpaper in the bedroom. We’ll be sleeping in the guest room until we get the upstairs done, so there’s major motivation to get moving on that and have it finished before our first house guests come in early September. For now, my main task has been getting the boxes cleared out. Considering this house is twice the size of the previous one, I’m not sure why this is such a difficult task, but it appears that our belongings have made like bunnies and multiplied throughout the haul to Arlington. The more I clean, the messier this place gets.
Tonight, our friend Rachel came by to check out the house and go out for dinner. After, we decided to rent a movie and buy some beers to take home. We went to Lexington (just two minutes away) to go to the liquor store (Arlington is dry so no beer in supermarkets; it’s only recently that you could buy it in restaurants). The three of us went in and as we went to check out, the guy insisted on seeing our i.d.s. Fine. Only they don’t accept out-of-state licenses. Massachusetts only. He looks us all over and says, “Look, I can’t take your id, but the guy is obviously old enough to buy, so if he wants to pay, I can sell it to him.” So Adam bought the beer. I went to grab the six pack to walk out and the guy says, “No, no, he’s got to carry it out.” Is there anyone out there who doesn’t know I’m five years older than Adam? Or scruff-boy, as he’s been known lately, as he’s in his rugged handyman phase and hasn’t shaved in quite a while.
Priorities now: Get a job. Get rid of the bedroom wallpaper. Get a full night’s sleep. Right now they all seem like daunting tasks.
