Here's what's changed since we moved here, especially in the last month since we got into our house.
1. Let's just talk about this sign for a minute.
Okay, I get that you're entering a tsunami evacuation area, but why is the person running toward the monster wave?!?!?! Could we not have come up with a better picture?? As Skyler said, "It's like he's saying, 'Well, I'm going to die anyway. Might as well make it quick.'"
Also, let's make the giant wave a little scarier, why don't we? Put some sharp teeth on it, and little arms reaching out. That's what it needs, I tell you.
2. Don't worry, Mom, I do not live in a tsunami evacuation area. I live two blocks away from the road that marks the border of it. But just how sure are the people who decide what is and isn't an evacuation area? Because what I've read is, if you are in the evacuation zone, you get out; if not, you have to stay put. I'm fine with that... as long as they're sure I'll be okay. Know what I mean?
3. Remember how you used to write in everyone's yearbook, "Stay Cool!"? That's pretty much the theme of my life here -- trying to stay cool. We have an air conditioner in every room in the house, but one of my friends who also lives off-base said that the previous tenants of her house (a little bigger than mine) said that the electrical bill was $500 without the a.c. and $700 with.
Okay, I almost had a heart attack when I heard that. We have gotten our first electrical bill here, and it was surprisingly -- no, shockingly -- low compared to that. (But would be normal in most of the US.) Which I consider a major victory, but also possibly a fluke. So the a.c. stays off.
4. To that end, cooking has become something I only do when I absolutely have to. A raw diet never really appealed to me before, but now? I'm all over it. "You mean I don't have to turn the oven on??" I still have to cook a lot. I keep forgetting to use my slow cooker (except for oatmeal), and I don't have my electric pressure cooker in working order yet because the pressure valve got lost in the move (darn it!!!), and I'm waiting for its replacement to arrive. (Btw, that little valve was ridiculously expensive -- 1/5 of the total price!)
If you have any great, meat-free salad recipes, please, I beg you, send them this way!!!!
5. We do have the pool. And oh, it is glorious!!! But there are certain things you can't do while in the pool -- i.e. cook dinner. Nor can you fold laundry or hang pictures or write. So there are many times in the day when I think I'm melting. It not that it gets super hot here; I think the high is almost always 85. But when the sun is burning down on the roof, and there is no insulation between that and your ceiling, and it's really humid... 85 is plenty hot. I've been started wearing shorts again. I think I did that maybe three or four times in Washington. Whether this is a good thing or not depends on if you like to see my white chicken legs.
(But, of course, skirts remain my favorite.)
I've been thinking it would be nice, too, if the weather in the next place we move was similar to here. I have gotten rid of so much cold-weather clothing; it would be nice if I didn't have to replace it all again. Then again, maybe I'll be ready for a change...
6. I've gotten a little bit twitchy. Here's why: there are just... a lot... of critters around. The day we moved in, the movers left the door to the lanai open, and two myna birds came in. Then they tried to fly through the sliding glass door (I guess because they're really dumb, idiot birds), couldn't do it, panicked, and proceeded to have bird diarrhea all over the door and family room. One of the movers told me about them, but they were all scared of them because apparently, they are mean, dumb, idiot birds. Only the thuggiest-looking guy in the group had the nerve to chase them out.
And then the geckos, which I mentioned in my last Quick-Takes post. They are just so startling. Today Jayna went to get something out of her brand-new-for-her-birthday purse, and a baby gecko jumped off it onto her. I followed the sound of the blood-curdling screams to learn the story and perform a baby gecko relocation operation. (I leave the big ones alone.) (Or yell for Matt to get them if he's home.) (He doesn't.) In the process, I cut off its tail, and I feel really bad about this even though it's not supposed to hurt the gecko. I really do appreciate them, I just wish we could keep our distance from each other.
And then there are the cockroaches. 'Nuff said. We haven't had many inside, fortunately and knock on wood. But there still have been enough to make me nervous.
Anyway, it all just makes me a little twitchy. Especially because there is a myna bird who sits on the wall outside the lanai puffing out his feathers and giving me the stink eye. I think it's one of the intruders from moving day, and he holds me responsible for his mental trauma. Like I said, they're dumb birds. (No, I'm not the least bit paranoid.)
7. I've started insisting on having ice in my water. Which is not weird for most people, but weird if you remember this post, and definitely different.
Now before I tell the following story, I want it to be very clear that I loved my grandma so, SO much, and I miss her terribly. But let me just say, going out to eat with her was always a mostly mortifying experience. She didn't seem to understand that 1) waiters/ waitresses don't tend to make a truckload of money and 2) they could spit in your food (or worse!) if you ticked them off. She was a sweet, good, humble woman, but when we went out to eat, you would think she was the queen of England. Since she was paying more for her meal than she would at home, she acted like the wait staff owed her something. When they asked if she wanted something to drink, And then, invariably, they would bring her a glass of water... with ice in it. Oh dear. How many nights did I sit at the table, avoiding eye contact with the waitress as my grandma's eyes glowed red and she said in a scary monster voice* (*slight exaggeration possible), "I wanted NO ICE! NO ICE in my water!!!"??
And that's kind of how I got in Washington. Sometimes I'd be at a friend's house, and she'd ask if I wanted ice water, and I would look at her like she was crazy. NO! Why would I want ice??!! I was already freezing 95% of the time!!! In fact, usually, before I went to bed, I'd drink a mug full of hot water with lemon juice squeezed into it, or hot herbal tea, just to be extra cozy as I went to sleep.
Ugh, just the thought of that makes me sweat now. I want ice in and on everything. If I get a glass of water and there isn't adequate ice, my eyes start glowing, and my monster voice starts: "WHERE'S MY ICE????"
Would you believe I've even started taking cold showers -- and enjoying them? I can't do it when I need to shave my legs. If you've never shaved goosebumps off your legs, let me tell you, it's no bueno. But the rest of the time, I'm singing in a nice, icy cold shower.
Thanks, Jen, for hosting Quick Takes! Come back tomorrow for a special anniversary post -- how I met my husband! :-)