We have lived in this crappy apartment for six years today. We barely fit into it when we moved in (and by “we” what I really mean is “our stuff”) and since then we’ve grown an entire person and a lot of chairs. And also some yarn, fabric, toys… Lordy, we are bursting at the seams.
Today is Superbowl Sunday. We are not watching the game, or even the Puppy Bowl, because we don’t have television or any interest in either. But we are cooking chili, which I believe is somewhat traditional (oh man, do I ever want jalapeno poppers and wings to go with it) (the wings are for Will). And I will be secretly rooting for the Steelers. Somebody tell me if they win.
Here’s the weird thing: if we have lived here for six years, then it has been almost ten since we lived in Pittsburgh. It is only two weeks until our eleven year anniversary. ELEVEN YEARS. Wowie-zowie. I had a dream last night that I was leaving Will (and Sam!) to move in with my boyfriend. It was such an unbelievable dream that halfway through it changed to the three of us moving into what had been the boyfriend’s apartment. Still, it was not nice.
In other news, I have once again managed to get myself into a situation where I have five million unfinished knitting projects and just keep starting more. Can you believe that four years ago I was just learning to knit?
The high today in Los Angeles is 74. I can’t wait for tomorrow when we find out if there will be six more weeks of winter!