The mojo is coming back on line, kids, and thanggod for that.
I spent a good part of yesterday trying to chat with my neighbor's mom. Since she's from Senegal, the French comes in handy - but not entirely because of the whole Creole/Patois thing. I'm not entirely sure what we talked about but I think that she castigated me for moving without saying goodbye to her (I begged off that I haven't moved yet), she told me that she would pray for me, and then promised to marry me off. Or possibly she was praying that I'd get married. (!!)
Today, even more Home Deepa-age. My favorite moment: I asked a clerk for remnants of 1/2" drywall. The guy raised an eyebrow at me. Oh HELLLLLLLLL no! Don't let the pigtails fool you - I will linoleum tile your ass, mofo!
I'm starting to really enjoy the do-it-yourself thing. I feel like I've forgotten so much about what I was like pre-lawschool, but I used to love putting things together. Apparently, I still do. And you know what? I love IKEA - and I'm not going to feel guilty/cheap about it. Ain't no shame in my game. I love their design sense, and I love putting the furniture together. Mmm.... Allen keys galore. (Aside: from putting together an entire houseful of IKEA furniture with Saj - never try to outthink the Swedes! Follow the damn pictorial instructions.) And I'm fine with just giving it away and starting over when I move. Is that wrong??
20 days, mes p'tits.