Tip of the day: If you make oatmeal “stiff enough,” you can eat it easily with a fork. That revelation came to me courtesy of my lack of a spoon in my new apartment. I typically would toast a bagel for breakfast, but I also lack a toaster.
What I do have are a bed and reading lamp in the bedroom; shower curtain, toothbrush holder, and soap dispenser in the bathroom; and a can opener, spatula, and hot pads in the kitchen — all acquisitions this past weekend.
I won’t regale/bore you with all the messy details of my second stage in moving (the first being from Palm Springs to Extended Stay America), the list of possessions I failed to pack and/or buy this weekend or the mental/emotional toll of it all. I look forward to having furniture and a well-equipped kitchen (in which I particularly long for the luxury of a spoon and toaster — not that I would use them together, because poking metal objects in electrical appliances is not the best use of either, and, really, why would you want to insert a spoon into a toaster when a knife or fork is probably a better tool for retrieving something "stuck" in one). For now, at least I have a comfortable bed and reading light, microwave popcorn, my computer (which I am currently using as my audio system courtesy of Pandora.com). Those things will get me by. My apartment is on the second floor of four and has a view of trees just beyond the windows. Things could be much worse.
I miss Palm Springs, especially my friends and my home. And I worry a little about the house and yard. I worry that all the fig tree leaves have fallen and there's no one there to pick them. I am renting it (the house, not the fig tree) to a repertory company for five weeks in January-February to house a professional actress who is coming to town for one of their productions. So when I take the third step in my transition to San Diego (moving the items that couldn’t be accommodated in my car or extended-stay room), I have to be careful not to take things she may want/need/expect to have (i.e., the toaster).
I feel out of touch with news of the world — yes, I know Kate is pregnant, but you can find that out standing in line at the grocery store (where yesterday I took all the San Diego Home/Garden Lifestyles magazines out of the rack and turned them right side up) and miss listening to music in my car. For driving around my new environs, I lend my attention to the voice of my GPS.
OK, what am I forgetting? (like in moving I forgot a spoon, screwdriver, and at least one T-shirt!) Well, if it comes to me later, I'll put it in my next blog.
P.S. In full disclosure, the woman pictured above is not me. You can tell because she's eating with a spoon.