There is one thing I had not considered about living in this building, and that is that I am just over 5 feet tall and there are a lot of things out of my reach. I have to do a little dance on my tip-toes to reach the string for the ceiling fans (I can only reach the lower of the two strings on each, though). Not that I really need to reach them except when it’s summertime or, I dunno, the oven cleaner in the hot oven fills the apartment with smoke. I’m thinking of starting a dance craze like the Lisa Turtle “Sprain”. I can’t reach the string for the light in my closet…not even close. The elevator latch for the freight elevator on the first floor is too high for me to operate, although I’ve tried twice and I think my abs are going to get pretty ripped in the process. The mailbox is too high for me to see inside it, which is nothing new- I could only reach the tall mail at my last place, which means my boyfriends Mazda RX-7 (see: dream car) catalogs and useless ads for new windows and whatnot.
One of the most annoying problems is that I can only see the very top of my head in the mirror above the sink. Guess I’m not wearing make-up anymore, ohwells. I checked out the dumpster and it doesn’t look like I’ll have an easy time tossing my trash either.
Anywho, we only took one trip yesterday and didn’t do any of the stuff we wanted to like laundry or laying contact paper down in the drawers, but we did put up some ceramic dinosaurs my mom painted in the late 80’s. Lookin goooood!