Sleepover at Ikea - Maybe this is the only way to get to the $1 early enough…
A ramen bath - Japanese spa with special baths resembling instant noodles. I wanna play!
Old age homes for dogs - 1) Old dogs don’t like to be abandoned at strange places. 2) Playing with young puppies will probably cause the older dogs to die faster due to exhaustion.
A remote-controlled pigeon - Oh the poor thing…
An article on a brilliant method of teaching grade schoolers about bats and rabies. I smell a lawsuit.
Will trade beer for Crumpler bags. Tempted by the beanbag and messenger bags…
So signed my life away this morning, trading in my life’s savings (consisting of one year’s salary) for a little piece of property at the edge of Waterloo suburbia. It is frightening to realize that the purchase and consequent incurring of such a large debt does not feel any different than any other commercial expenditures; that, to me, buying a house is sort of the same as buying a computer or other expensive toy. People see it as a huge step, along with graduating and starting a full time job, which still feels like any old coop term. I feel so desensitized to the realties of the world.
Tomorrow will be the closing date, and Saturday the major moving day. The boxes crowding the apartment is making it increasingly difficult to navigate the rooms. We’ve incurred a shocking amount of stuff in less than a year. I dunno where it will all go. Moving into the new house still feels like moving into a new rental location. We may own it, but it’s still not really ours. We didn’t choose the colours to paint the walls, or the window coverings, or lighting fixtures. It still feels like we are living in someone else’s house, we just have our stuff in it.
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And Mr. Server’s hard drive died, after not even a year. There goes all my archived TV shows that I was waiting for summer repeats to catch up on. Sigh, and right during finale season as well, I wanna see ER and CSI! And no place to download Ottawa photos from my camera either. That too, will have to wait..
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