grumpy
I'm really grumpy because I've been doing German all day, and I'm so bored with it! I'm tired of looking up words, figuring out phrases and tenses...it's so tedious. I hate puzzles and puzzle games, hence the kind of sentiment probably plays into my frustration.
And we're going on vacation tomorrow for a long weekend in Natchitoches with another couple our age from our church (our formerly Baptist friends). We got a great deal on a B & B. I'm really excited. First of all, the drive is incredibly beautiful. Almost all types of scenery available in Louisiana...lowlands, wetlands, highlands, lakes. And the town is very cute. It should be fun.
But it is 10 pm and we're no where NEAR being ready to leave at 6.30 am. I've got to do something. But I abhore the thought of going into the other room, because I just killed a big roach, and it is so gross that I'm waiting for Chris to come home to throw it away. This is one part of the tropical climate that I detest! The bugs. I clean feverishly. I lay out poison religiously. But those audacious, odious creatures scuttle their little butts across the floor as if they owned the place. Argh! They seem to like to come in after a big rain. Maybe the poison dissolves in all the moisture. I wouldn't be surprised since a great deal of moisture exists inside the walls. Probably not much less than what exists outside the walls. Our aged landlord cares very little for the decrepit state of this house. The paint job is long chipped away. There are holes in the wooden, rotting siding. The porch is pulling away from the front of the house, and taking the roof with it, hences the roof is full of holes, so it leaks in the kitchen every time it rains. The falling bits of kitchen ceiling get larger and larger. A chunk is now pulling away professing immanent disaster. I almost hope it falls in, because then we'll have to get a new ceiling, and he'll have to fix the roof. Surely he wouldn't leave us with a hole in the roof...at least I hope not. Yea, this place is pretty dinky, but we like it. Were it not for the kitchen ceiling and the smaller leak in the living room ceiling, it would be downright cozy. The price is right, at any right. And here in NOLA, if you move it's the same story, different characters. So you live the best you can. Hey...New Orleans. Third World and Proud of It! C'est chez nous. (Oh good. Those sound like Chris's steps on the stairs. He can take of the wretched corpse.)