First, the video portion of this blog entry :

I love the screenshot YouTube picked to represent that video. I look like I am rolling my eyes in outrageous disdain.

I picture myself saying “Oh please. As if. ” in a really snotty way.

Anyhow, as the big vid says, we checked the place out last night. I like the place. It makes me feel more modern and hip to imagine living there in this neat apartment in the middle of the heart of Richmond.

It’s a little smaller than our current digs, I think. I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to judge these things. For one thing, our current apartment is fairly rectangular and the new place is pretty square. So it’s hard to guesstimate the difference. I think it amounts to roughly the same amount of space.

The kitchen is fairly compact. I rather like that, to be honest. Normally I like lots of room everywhere if I can get it, but with kitchens, I want to be able to reach everything from a single home position.

I see these huge kitchens in fancy houses on TV, and all I can think of is how many miles you would walk trying to cook anything.

One thing I definitely like is that it has a double sink with a built in hose. That will make whatever dish washing we do by hand so much more efficient. Being able to have a wash sink and a rinse sink makes the dishes so much cleaner because there is no chance of any leftover soapy residue.

And it has two full bathrooms, which, as I explain in the video, is kind of necessary. I don’t blame people for not wanting to use my bathroom because, well, I never clean the damned thing.

That is unacceptably irresponsible of me, I know. I guess I figure if I am the only one who suffers, who cares? But even here, sometimes there is multi-person bathroom demand and having a second bathroom acceptable to others would be real handy.

So I resolve to break myself of this slothful nonsense and learn to keep my bathroom clean. Maybe get in the habit of cleaning it once a week. Probably on Saturday because it’s my quietest day of the week.

It’s not like it is hard. You just Windex and wipe all the surfaces, and take the toilet brush and some toilet product to the toilet.

So I have no excuses. Once a week, clean the damned thing.

In general, I am going to try to keep things more organized. As in, giving them any degree of organization whatsoever. I have been living au natural in a “let the chips fall where they may” way for a long long time now.

And frankly, it’s beginning to depress me. And I am slowly working my way up to the energy level required to make it a policy to change all things which make me sad into things that makes me happy.

My current policy is when looking at something makes me sad, I make a mental note to avoid looking at it in the future. This is easy for me as I pay very little attention to physical reality anyhow.

But it occurs to me that it would be a lot easier on my brain in the long run if I invested the energy to change the thing and thus leave more of my brain space and perceptual matrix free to actually like…. engage with reality.

Might help make the world seem a tad more real to me. Just a thought.

What else… I know it must seem nuts for me to be so excited about the garbage chute. Truth me told, I am not exactly sure why it delights me so much either. I suspect that there is some Freudian stuff going on in the sub-basements of my mind.

After all, what is a garbage chute but an apartment building’s poop chute?

I just know that when we first move in properly, I am going to be using that thing ten times a day. Anything not recyclable will go right down the chute. No need to keep garbage around for long at ALL.

Oh, and we saw the in-suite washer and dryer. Glee! No more having to pay Julian to do my laundry because I get dizzy going down stairs and I need a hand free in order to steady myself.

Now, I can do my own laundry in the comfort of my own apartment. Heck, I could even do my laundry naked if I felt like it.

Don’t laugh. It’s the only way to get all your clothes clean at the same time!

At first I thought I would end up doing laundry every day, but that is silly. Every washing take a little bit of life from the lifespan of a piece of clothing. Washing them all the time would just make them wear out faster.

I may end up washing my sheet and pillowcase every day though. I very much love the feeling of slipping between clean sheets, especially if I have just showered.

Clean body into clean sheets is awesome.

I brought one box of books with me when we went over. I carried it fairly easily. It went a lot better than I expected, actually. The strain on my body was perfectly acceptable, and carrying the box down the stairs was not the nightmare of dizziness and potential death I thought it would be.

Turns out, with sufficient motivation, I can carry a fairly heavy box in one hand for the duration of a flight of stairs.

So I am no longer as worried that I will end up being a nonparticipant in the move. It would hurt me a lot to not be able to do at least the majority of a share of the labour. Having to rely on others really saps my self-worth.

I hate being a burden so goddamned much.

That’s all from me for tonight. I will talk to you nice people later.