Moved To My Own Place

It is 5:13 in the morning and some weird creature is honking its car horn outside. I've totally passed the stage where I would sit and glare in the dark and call them "asshole" and other select names, but I'm also not going to consider them a normal human being. How can you possibly honk your horn at 5:13 am? What kind of upbringing produces such callousness? Don't give me any crap about barely getting by thereby being unable to afford the luxury of manners. Manners are manners. There are people who are dirt poor and have impeccable manners. It's not poverty. It's a weird blend that's only too common in this country: ignorance plus pigheaded refusal to change that almost sacred ignorance in any way. Proof? Go to the nearest person you know with a cold, and try to stop them from loading up on antibiotic without consulting their doctor. No matter how hard you explain that antibiotic only works if it's a bacterial infection not a viral infection, they will still gulp that tablet, only now they'll set out to prove you wrong as soon and as often as they can. It's not a matter of finding out new information provided the source is reliable, blah, blah, blah. It's personal, and you have deeply offended them by daring to suggest something different, and now it is their life mission to make you pay for that.

I have tried and tried and tried to explain to well-meaning (maybe, because the amused challenge in their voices makes me suspect otherwise) relatives that Pepsi is the textbook definition of unhealthy for my 21-month-old toddler because (a) it's horrible for bones and (b) it's addictive, meaning exponential accumulation of (a). Do they even ask where I got the information? Nah. They taunt me ridiculously, dangling the glass too close to my daughter, who is of course very eager to try anything new, and telling her slowly while she's listening intently, "I know how much you want a sip, sweetie, but your mama won't allow me to give you this even though I want to very, very much." All of them. Every single moron I've asked not to do this. And I must see the humor immediately of course, otherwise I might...offend them! Offend them!

Anyway, it's my second morning here in my own place. We have officially moved. It was completely unplanned; I was actually suffering from a horrible mysterious bout of excessive nausea and diarrhea (yikes) and a fever for eight whole days, but something went wrong in the building suddenly and there was no water, not even a few drops leaking out of the faucet. So DH and I threw some things in a bag and headed to our place, and we're still here and we decided to make it the move we were planning for so hard. I mean the place is covered in dust and I don't even know how to clean a table top, never mind cleaning the wooden floors and the bathroom (only one bathroom! *shudders* I thought I could give up anything if I had to but I guess I was wrong -- I need two bathrooms! Probably my diarrhea talking -- so much for not letting the world know I had standard bodily functions. It's not just me -- read Jenny Colgan's Talking to Addison, everybody; you'll believe me.) and the kitchen and the balconies and staving off unwanted visitors from bug world and keeping everything clean... Aaaaaaaaargh!

So, just a quick entry to announce my move, except I was really pissed off at the person honking their horn at the beginning.