January 2012
31 posts
“Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look really swollen,” my brother said, upon walking into my hospital room on Monday night.
“I hate you,” I said from where I was stretched out on the bed as a nurse checked my heartbeat and changed my IV bag for what had to be the 100th time that day. “But yeah, my face does feel kind of swollen.”
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For weeks I’d imagined January 23rd. Two very important things were meant to happen that day. First, the magazine where I recently began working was hosting an introductory lunch for me. Second (and what I was really looking forward to), that night would be the first night in my home with my dogs and furniture. I imagined a long, chilly walk around the new neighborhood and unpacking boxes in...
30
Today I turn 30. At first, this blog post was going to be all wise about the passage of time and stuff. Then I remembered that I’ve spent the last month living out of suitcases and basically couch surfing around DC before throwing on a backpack and heading to Central America. I’m writing this on an iPhone while sitting sunburned on a beach it took me an hour to hike through the mud to....
Yesterday my friend Christy got really sick and spent the day in bed in our room. She was quite brave about it. As someone who is certain I’m at death’s door every time I catch a cold, I felt new admiration for Christy.
Then, last night, as I sat down for dinner with friends around 9:15 pm, it occurred to me that I wasn’t feeling my best. We ordered though and when my...
The Hotel
This blog may devolve pretty quickly into only being about the hotel where we’re staying. It’s just that great.
Breakfast was supposed to come with the room, but last night we were told that the cook may or may not show up today. We were relieved to wake up to smells from the kitchen this morning.
Our shower doesn’t have a curtain, but does have a huge spotlight on it. So,...
I’m not going to get into the details of it, but yesterday’s move of my things from my parents’ basement was one of the more exhausting experiences of my life. I think the painfulness of the experience is best expressed by a phone conversation I found myself having with a man at the local UHaul facility around 7 p.m.
Because my movers were unable to turn their 18-wheeler into...
So the NY Times gave Panama the #1 spot on Places... →
And named the two places we’re going as places to go.
It’s like the Times knew my mom needed some confirmation that I’m not completely insane to be traveling to random Central American countries for which Typhoid vaccines are required.
This morning I got to work around 8. The lobby of my building is one small room with four doors. One door goes onto the world’s sketchiest staircase. Two doors are elevator doors. And the fourth door leads outside. So, I walked in and hit the button for the elevator. And then a guy in sunglasses and a puffy jacket walked in behind me.
And began howling.
Literally howling like a dog, with...
I never held any illusions of January 2 being my favorite day. I mean, my schedule included dropping Pawley at a kennel, getting a Typhoid vaccine, and driving 438 miles. It wasn’t the best.
But I couldn’t have foreseen quite how ridiculous the day would get. Around 4:30 I picked up my friend Jenn in Charlotte to drive to DC. Around 6 we commented that maybe we’d stop soon for...
December 2011
14 posts
My new office looks over Occupy DC. This is really great for me because I thought I was going to miss looking out the window at crazy people every day after I moved away from Cowboy. And as it turns out, I don’t have to feel homesick for that even a little bit.
At this very moment, there is a guy who is standing in the middle of the sidewalk yelling “FREEDOM!” Mel Gibson...
The day I entered DC, my iPhone entered the Dark Ages. It stopped showing missed calls. It stopped making calls. It stopped ringing. It basically worked only slightly better than me stringing together two cans. I’ve had so many appointments at the Genius Bar in the last few weeks, my calendar looks like I think it’s an actual bar. And I have a drinking problem.
Anyway, tonight...
Two holiday parties, one Christmas morning, seventeen hours of driving, one hundred tennis ball throws for Pawley, seven bajillion calories consumed, one Christmas Eve service, and much gift-giving and receiving later I’m back in DC. It was a whirlwind and wonderful weekend. And, considering I’ve made this move as complicated as possible, it was a good chance for me to get accustomed...
Trying to find a place to live in this city has been entertaining. And by entertaining, I mean alternately devastating and thrilling.
On Saturday I went to see a house that reeked of cat pee, tried to pass off a hallway as a second bedroom, and had a bathroom that was too small to actually open the door all the way—oh, and it had already been rented by the time I got there because people here...
Life, currently
So I’ve been pretty vague on here about life stuff of late. That’s partially on purpose and partially because one of the great ironies of blogging about your life is that when really interesting things are happening, it’s unlikely you have time to blog.
To play catch up: I quit my job in Charlotte, rented my house to two friends, and moved all of my belongings into my...
November 2011
17 posts
Dog Training, Country Version
Me: Did you just pee in the backyard?!
My brother: Yeah, it's how I show Gabe [my parents' new puppy] that he needs to go.
Me: I'm pretty sure there are less disgusting ways to do that. Ways that don't involve you urinating in the yard.
My brother: No, Gabe is learning this way.
My dad: Just be careful that he doesn't run under you when you do it. He always does that to me.
Me: ....
Last Friday my friend Katie came by my house before dinner. Before I’d even opened the door, she was yelling through it. “ARE YOU WEARING A DENIM SKIRT?”
Why yes, yes I am. I was also wearing an over-sized flannel shirt and a wool scarf. Katie, my most stylish friend, shook her head at me. “Sarah,” she asked, slowly. “When did you buy that skirt?”
I...
