This morning at quarter to six Cory and I woke up on the floor...
You see, I have an air mattress. I have had it since I moved to Minnesota, so it's been a year and two months or so. I have never had trouble with it. In fact, I've been really happy with it. But now... Cory had to leave really early so he left to take a shower (we have communal bathrooms) and while he was gone I tried to blow it up again. I blew and blew and blew until my morning brain realized that I could use my hair dryer, so I used that and then blew some more. When I was done, I got back into bed and dozed until Cory came back, and by the time he had gotten dressed and said goodbye to me, my derrierre was on the floor again. So it's a pretty good hole. I guess I'm gonna have to go to Goodwill and see if they have any full-sized mattresses. ASAP. Hey Jesse, want to help me out with that one, seeing as you have a full-sized vehicle that would (hopefully) fit it?
Meanwhile, it's no use going back to bed. I am missing out on an hour of sleep. But it's OK I guess, except for the fact that I didn't go to bed until late last night. The good thing about it is that I have plenty of time to update this thing now!
I promised I'd write about this, so I'd better get it over with now. I haven't had so much fun in a long time... on Wednesday Cory and I went to Beau Thai for dinner. If you like Thai food, or even if you don't... their Pad Thai is to die for. I ate until I was full and then I kept on eating because I loved it so much. Then I think we went to bed, anticipating an early morning. Thursday... we tried to leave early, really we did... we tried for like 4am but we were probably an hour or so late because we were hungry but nothing was open. We were supposed to bring brunch for everyone but we couldn't find any places here... planning ahead is a good idea. I'll plan ahead to plan ahead next time. Anyway, we left at about five, stopped at 7-11 (don't eat anything there, or drink their coffee. They're only good for their candy and Slurpees) and then at McDonalds... there was somewhere else I think but now I can't remember... and then we set off. We got to Redmond at about 8 or 8:30 because we stopped in Terrebonne at the grocery store in a desperate and unsuccessful last attempt to find brunch. Then we visited, ate turkey, got recipes for things, I crocheted, we watched Shrek and Legally Blonde, divided Christmas ornaments so I can have a tree now... It was a nice, relaxing day. And at the end of it, the most important part about the visit was that everybody likes Cory, and he likes everybody. I don't think anybody knows what a weight off my shoulders that is. It makes me excited for the future. Friday: We spent a few more hours visiting, I made my old high-school choir dress into a fancy skirt to go with my corset (now all I need is a fancy dress-up occasion - it's WAY formal), and we left. But not before Mom stopped me and told me what her worries were with Cory. Maybe I'll share them later if anyone cares. Maybe I won't. We'll see. At any rate, they're not incredibly important. So we drove a few hours up to Yakima, I saw all of Cory's old haunts, and then the next day we visited with Cory's "grandparents" (really great-aunt and -uncle) and in their orchards. I know a few people know this, but I'll say it anyway: I am totally in love with orchards. I've wanted to get married in an orchard for a loooong time. The thing is, it has to be after the leaves have changed. Yes, I'm weird. Anyway, we spent time with the second cousins and their daughter as well. That was probably the best day - we spent three hours walking around eating the cold apples that were left on the trees after the harvest and picking our way through the sagebrush back behind the cultivated places. It got stormy that night, which was a perfect end to the day. Sunday we drove home. There wasn't much to that... first we looked at Ellensburg so Cory could look at where he spent part of his childhood again. Then I was in a bad mood for some reason. Then we read Rebecca, which I encourage everyone to do. Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier. It's pretty famous, actually. Go ask your mom about it.
It's already been over half an hour since I started writing. I'm slow.
The heating in this house is awful. I had a space heater on all night. For the past three nights I'd been hardly able to get up because it was so cold. That's probably partly because of my big window and partly because I live on the corner of the house so two of the four walls are outside walls. But the space heater really helps.
I need to clean my room. I need to get a new bed. I need to decorate for Christmas. The Queen Ann Victorian Mansion needs to turn on its Christmas lights. I like Christmas. I want Cory to come to my family's Christmas festivities. Tell his brother to come up here for Christmas.
Did I mention I got flowers yesterday? I was so busy I hardly had time to write anything down... they're purple... and green leaves everywhere... a huge vase, which will come in handy in springtime... my coworkers are jealous. Everyone likes Cory. That makes me happy. Quite. (Although, I guess I'm happy as a rule now... it's weird how much other people affect one's life... they can make one's day or ruin it... I think my day is made for the rest of my life. :)
I got off work at 4. I ran outside to catch the bus. I got off MAX at 82nd Ave. at 5:20. Phew. I took another bus and got off at Foster, right in front of the rotating diamond on the jewelry store. I went into the doors beneath the huge head of Tom Peterson.
I bought a bed. It took me five minutes. I asked for their best deal, got it, and was driven home by the delivery guy, who talked to his wife on the phone and told her he loved her three times. It's nice that he was secure enough to tell her that in front of some strange girl he was driving home.
I set up my bed. I talked to a very stressed boyfriend. I miss him. I want him to try out my new bed with me. I almost thought about sleeping on the floor tonight so he could try out the bed at the same time as me, but then I realized that this morning was uncomfortable so I couldn't do it again.
I started making applesauce after cleaning my room up. It looks really nice with the bed in here, but it makes it a bit smaller. But now people have a place to sit, which is nice.
Trisha (who I haven't seen since her wedding over a year ago) and Kevin (who I hadn't seen since high school) came and visited tonight! Trisha is visiting from Reno... she and her husband are moving back over to Portland, and I'm so excited about it.
Two bad things: The applesauce I'm making is taking forever to cook... it's been two hours and it isn't done yet... and while putting on my shirt a few minutes ago I jabbed my lip and my chin with my thumbnail. Ow. Now they're all fat. Haha