Our child announces his presence in the form of kicks from my womb. I think sometimes he's looking for a good hard spot to lodge his feet into and launch himself out of my birth canal. The search is not going successfully, as most my innards are rather soft and squishy, although he sometimes finds my ribs. I do think he's working out that he can't push off from those, as they're all at the wrong angle, but damn I get heartburn from him trying. I currently divide my attention between composing these few insignificant words and putting together a meditative mix to play during work.
Sometimes, I get to work in the living room. When I am, I keep the playlist instrumental. I would like to have an office. I would settle for working in the living room more often, but my husband likes to play on the computer while I'm working. My husband and I may end up temporarily moving into his parents' house, which has plenty of office space. We'd be able to each have our own office. I think I'd call dibs on the upstairs guest room. My in-laws are selling the house, so we would only pay rent on it until someone bought the place. We wouldn't even rent it for what the mortgage costs. My concern is that my mother-in-law will stop by frequently to check in that we're caught up on keeping it clean. We don't have near enough stuff to come close to cluttering up the place, but I'm concerned about all the surfaces to wipe down. This would last less than a year, hopefully - maybe just one year... It would be nice to stay in a large house to ourselves. Something like a dream, really. As a couple, we've lived in nothing but tiny apartments so far. A whole house, and that kitchen, with a dishwasher, and an actual dining room... Fantastic. Our kid would think we'd been rich then lost our money, if he looked back on it later. I'm sure when we move to the city of salt we'll have another relatively tiny place.
I had a dream the other night about inheriting my grandmother's house. I don't particularly care for her, or that house - she has grown into a bitter and mean spirited woman over the years, and it would take weeks just to clean out the thing and purge all the junk she's in that time. In my dream, my husband and I were trying to remodel and sell it at the same time as we were staying there. I think my aunts, uncle, and mother were all arguing over who should have gotten it, but she had left it to us on the condition that we stayed happily together. This proved problematic with the added circumstance of staying in that house, as though my grandparents' residual energy had just seeped into its structure - I remember we began arguing almost immediately. I wonder if this is something that would really happen, or if it's just a metaphor. Only time will tell. My spouse has simply refused ever to live in Southern Illinois. He's been there, at least to my home town, and hated it. I kept telling him he hasn't been to the other side of the lake, where SIUC is. There really is a difference between this:
and this:
-and it's 99.9% got to do with the Thai restaurant (the one with the green awning) in the latter, and the total lack thereof in the former.
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