The local news has a Steve-Pool-weather boner right now thanks to this snowstorm and the impending windstorm. Everyone is up in arms! I never thought I’d say this, but I’m sick of the snow. I want to be out past 5:00 without worrying about my life sliding into a ditch. Yet it is so beautiful...
I managed to get out today and bought a book (One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez – thanks Jake!) to read by the fire but just realized the fire is located next to my brother and his hooligan Nintendo friends. Oh well, can’t wait to read it not by the fire.
Apparently the floor in my Seattle room was destroyed because a sprinkler froze and exploded on the top floor (the “penthouses”) so is causing water damage. Of course my room and Jen’s bathroom was in its path of destruction. Kipp and some construction guys evacuated my room and they ripped out all of my drenched carpet. I hope there was nothing embarrassing lying around. Actually, there was dirty clothes because I didn’t have time to do some laundry – oops! Had I known my room would soon be a flood victim and that there would be strangers and friends in my room, I would have cleaned out my room much better… Put that in your back pockets, folks. Would you want some strangers seeing that? Touching that?
The Fall sounds beyond amazing. I’m craving an epic :)
1 comment:
Ohhhh man, that sucks. I'm sorry about your apartment. Does this mean you can move in with me?
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