I dream of screens

I'm back in the city, and the pavement feels good under my feet...

CT was nice. It was good to spend time with my family and visit with B and A (G's brother and sister-in-law). We had an excellent Triviathon at their house with my teammates. I'll fill you in on that more later, when the casting call date comes up, but in short, I've entered a World Series of Trivia with people I hardly know. Why? I couldn't think of a reason not to. Anyway, casting is April 1. I expect hilarity on many deep and meaningful levels.

Despite missing CT, New York is already feeling like home. I really like my apartment, even though I *still* have boxes to unpack. (This is becoming a task of epic proportions, like Sisyphus with the boulder. Every time I unpack a box, I have to move other things to make room for it, therefore creating new piles of misplaced objects -- but minus the boxes!) The building is a pre-World War II building, which makes for character, somewhat low lighting and possibly lead paint. So when you come to visit, don't lick the walls a lot.

Unlike my last apartment, there is actually heat in this one. There's so much heat that I have to open the windows to make it less ... tropical. G has taken to bringing shorts whenever he comes over and I usually wear a tank top at home. It's that warm. Makes me worry about July.

But I ramble. Here's the thing: I would leave a bunch of windows cracked open to make the apartment more breathable, but the superintendent never put my screens in.

You'd think, hey, a relatively smart girl like me should be able to put in screens. Not so. Apparently these are super high-tech screens created by the government in the '80s so the Soviets couldn't scale the brick walls of my apartment building with their superhuman suction hands, rip off the screens and break through my windows to get all of that uranium that they were storing ... in my future apartment? (Another reason not to lick the walls. Much.) Between G and I, we have three college majors, two minors, a partially finished fourth major and quite a lot of educational debt. None of these things helped. Neither one of us could figure out how to get these screens in. G forced one in, upside-down and backward, I think. Surely, it is not secure enough to keep the suction-handed freaks out.

Until Tuesday, my chums ...