Disclaimer: I love being here. There is something magic about being in a noisy bustling city, surrounded by restaurants, shopping, friendly people by the hundreds, dogs..... It's such a polar opposite to what I live in at home. At least its wonderful for a few weeks, I prefer what I live in at home but this little dip into the city is awesome.
But...I do not know how Aryn stands it with no end in sight like I have. She works from home, so other than when she is running errands for Bradley or for her many mortgage clients, she is working away at her dining room table, shows like Murder She Wrote on the tv in the background and neighbours and animals close by. OH MY GOD!!!!!!
FRED: Meows and meows and meows and meows...incessantly. And he meows with intense intent. He climbs up on the table and lays right across the keyboard of her laptop. When she is taking a break and sits on the couch Fred walks along the back, meowing and flicking his tail in her face. Now and then, for no reason whatsoever, he will swat her...claws out and all. And at night, well jeez....he walks up and down her body, licks her face, meows horribly, flings cat litter noisily around, crunches his cat food..... but, you know, she loves him. He is 18. I can stand it because there is an end in sight....for Aryn there isn't.
MOLLY: Oh jeez, where do I start. She has become the most high maintenance animal. She really should be dead by now. She has advanced cancer. She isn't in pain but there are other things. She snorts, loud and disgustingly. I can't even describe the noise she makes with that. And she pees, ALL THE TIME. I don't know about Aryn but I am taking that dog out every single hour. She gets benedryl and I think it keeps her hyper cuz she doesn't sleep for long periods. And then she paces and snorts, paces and snorts.
SADIE: I don't have Sadie, she is in the kennel. But I don't think Sadie gives Aryn much trouble. She is also super old. But I know that every single morning, rain or shine or snow or armageddon, that girl is out walking that dog for an hour. Religiously. Just amazing.
NEIGHBOUR: And then there is a sweet older lady who lives upstairs. She isn't horribly noisy. Not the kind of noise that you would bang on the ceiling with your broom handle. But it's the kind of noise that is just always present, in the back of your head, like an incessant worm. Its little tappings, chair scrapings, bad piano tinkling, and lots and constant mysterious noises on the floor that I simply cannot figure out. It. Is. All. The. Time. It starts about five in the morning and stops about two in the morning. I think after a period of time you would stop hearing it, but right now I am in the first state...being driven crazy.
SIRENS AND HELICOPTERS: They live beside the Vancouver General Hospital, so as you can imagine there is a lot of that kind of noise going on. And Broadway is a main thoroughfare for police and firetrucks. Again, I think you would get used to that and not hear it anymore, but a newbie like me hears every single one go by.
I am not complaining here. I understand that this is just part of living in an apartment full of people, in a city full of noisy activity, and a loft full of old old old crickety animals. And I hope I get to do this lots more times!!!! TTYL
HOBBIES: Well now lets see. I am not really a hobby person. I hate routine and commitment. But, I'm not sure if this counts as an actual hobby, (labels are big time on my shovel list), but I am super grateful for my piano. I love my piano, even if I am not playing it nearly enough. I can't imagine not having that huge hunk of 'hobby' taking up an entire wall of my living room.
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