Mark, Cato, Clouseau, and I are in a motel room for 3 days because our apartment building is being filled with highly toxic gas in an attempt to kill termites, and any other living thing that has the misfortune of being there. I have to say that I do not like the idea that everything we own is going to be permeated by this toxic gas. The 'bug guys', as we like to call them, told us that there is no danger, that the gas evaporates completely from everything. But make absolutely sure you double bag and securely tie all food in these special bags. And baby mattresses especially. Okay, what about adult matresses? Not them? I don't feel confident.
So after days of bagging all food in the fridge and cabinets(and pillows), we are all at the Safari Inn. Clouseau spent most of the day wedged in between the bed and the wall. Cato is fine, of course. I am a little stressed because the motel has a policy that pets are not allowed to be left unattended. So I have been in the motel room most of the day. Not too bad. Watched Law and Order reruns on TNT.
Until today, though, I have not been feeling any good Christmas spirit. Mostly because 5 days before Christmas we have been kicked out of our apartment, having poison gas sprayed on all our stuff, and staying in a motel room. And no Christmas tree.
I usually run around all day, with no spare time. So, with all this time on my hands, I decided to send a little 'Happy Holiday' note to everyone on my email list, make a few phone calls, and balance my checkbook. When I checked my email later, I had received so many sweet responses to my little e-note that I was struck with a burst of Christmas Spirit. Thank you everyone! I was actually going to post today about how I needed help getting into the spirit, but now I don't need to. Don't get me wrong , I still long to hear from you with anything you could say.
Mark and I are planning on decorating our tree this weekend, listening to Christmas music, do some last minute shopping (which I actually love, as long as a mall is not involved), and I am going to make all our favorite foods! Yeah, Christmas Spirit!
2 comments:
That sucks. We spent a Christmas night in a motel once, the heat was broken. At least we were with family during the day, but we had to go get Chinese food for dinner.
Does this make you more or less inclined to want your own place? On the one hand, you have control, but then it's your wood the termites are eating.
It's one of those things where I would definitely not want to deal with something like this as a homeowner. I was actually thinking that if I ever did buy or build a home, it wouldn't be made of wood. Perhaps some kind of renewable material. They actually make houses using compacted earth, or recycled cans.
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