… at work. Feh. I’m covering a Saturday shift, and since it’s the summer, it’s deserted here. I’m also working with a student who I don’t think I like much — he’s a tad arrogant. But then, he’s also perfectly happy at the desk, which means I’m free to be in the back, goofing off and getting a little busywork done.
And since it’s been more than a month, let’s catch up, shall we?
First off, I have to say woooohoo, and thank you, Massachusetts legislators! (Actually, my first comment to Jeff was “Suck it, bigots!” Because I am very, very ladylike. Ahem.) So, yeah, the marriages of some of my dear friends are still happily intact, and discrimination won’t be written into my state’s constitution. Makes me proud, that does. Jeff wrote a very good podcast on the subject, go check it out!
The new apartment is still lovely, and is (mostly) unpacked. I am besotted with the place, honestly. It’s so peaceful, and quiet, and filled with light and nice breezes… here are a very few pictures, taken last night:

That’s my desk, in the corner of the living room. If you look closely, you can see my Librarian Action Figure! Also, I really need a new chair. That one is not only ugly and uncomfortable, it’s also getting very wobbly.

Random shot of one of the bookcases, and the DVD rack. Look, Simpsons PEZ dispensers on top of the DVD rack!

The back deck, with bonus grilling husband! I love the deck, even though it is very, very wobbly. The plants on the rack by the grill are some sad primroses, which refuse to stop looking half-dead, and some bell pepper plants that Jeff planted. They have teeny baby peppers! The flowers on the railing are some violas I planted right after we moved in. They were puny when I plated them — they were three sad tiny clumps of flowers, nowhere near big enough for the planter. They liked the potting soil or something, though, because they pretty much exploded, and are now threatening to take over the whole deck.

Seriously. Huge!!

The deck is too small to get a good picture of. The former tenant left this birdhouse behind, and Jeff strung up the icicle lights — he even bought an adapter that turns the outside light socket into an outlet, so the lights are controlled by a switch inside. He assured me that the socket will not burn the house down the next time it rains. I’m still dubious. But I like the lights! They’re festive!

We bought a couple of tomato plants last month, and look! Baby tomatoes! We got one Fresh Mountain tomato plant, and one grape tomato plant. So far, the Fresh Mountain one only has those three tomatoes. Lots of blossoms, though, but they don’t seem to be doing much. I’ve never grown tomatoes, though, so I don’t know what they’re supposed to be doing.

The grape tomato plant, however, is going nuts. There are two huge clusters of tomatoes already, with two or three more clusters of wee tiny baby tomatoes starting. And more blossoms. Yay, fresh tomatoes! The piggies and I will be happy. Jeff doesn’t like raw tomatoes, so he couldn’t care less.

Smoke is happy because there are many. many windowsills her her to snooze on. She’s finally figured out that the perch we bought is a comfy place to sleep! Here, as you can see, we were watching Bob Barker’s final episode of The Price is Right. (I teared up when it was over. It was always a huge treat to watch that show when I was a kid, and home sick from school.)
(That’s Wally on top of the TV. He lives there during baseball season, as a good-luck charm for our beloved Red Sox. The little couch actually came from a drug rep at my mom’s office. I think it originally held a notepad, but it’s the perfect size for Wally! And down at the corner of the TV is a Cootie.

Bob Barker: “Spin that wheel!” Smoke “Zzzzzzzz.”

And yes, there has been knitting. Socks! Both the finished pair and the sock-in-progress are knit from Cherry Tree Hill Supersock yarn, which I love so much, it’s a little disturbing. Jeff has to remind me to not gnaw on the yarn, it’s so soft and pretty. The colors are amazing, and there’s a wee bit of stretch to the yarn, so the socks fit perfectly. Love them. I have another sock-in-progress, in a different shade of Cherry Tree Hill, sitting on my desk right beside me. Too pretty.

We also went to the Stone Zoo recently, with Joanne and Alan. The llama did not approve of us. (It was damned HOT that day. Hot and muggy. Bleah. The animals shared that sentiment.)

“Snore.”

“It’s too bloody hot. Meh.”