And also took care of a nagging, irritating, pointless frustration that I've lived with since I moved out of the shelter. I don't have room for a dish drain on the sink in this apartment. There just isn't room for it, the kitchen's that tiny. It's like a kitchen on the boat. But I've got one, because the first apartment had it along with all kinds of other things for setting up housekeeping.
What I put up with was having no flatware tray. The stupid thing you take for granted, that has slots for different flatware and goes in a drawer wasn't on the list when I moved in and somehow, I never managed to remember it at a time I was shopping for stuff for my apartment. Yes, laugh your head off. It went past oversight to blind spot to ludicrous blind spot. This time I managed to remember the doofus on a trip. It's white. I would have liked to find a black one. I'll settle for white over some ghastly pink-cream-beige color they had that looked creepy. I will probably eventually replace it when I've got money and get to some other place that has them in black, but doing without wasn't worth waiting for black. I'm so sick of flatware in a cup on the counter that it's hilarious. Even bachelors expect to be able to put stuff away out of sight.
Why little things like that matter to me is that I don't go out and the kitchen is actually part of the single large room that is my dwelling. Long narrow room. I look around and I can see everything I own, the only thing that's out of sight is half the bathroom.
This wouldn't be that bad if I could get it reasonably well organized. My physical culture is reasonable. It's more that I've got a little territoriality about it and I like having everything in it relate to everything else. Most of all to look like it's mine and not like it belongs to some other tribe or moiety. Overall, it looks good. Most of this stuff isn't handmade, except for textiles. The furniture's black except the big monster metal desk that's battleship grey with a mint green linoleum top, invisible under a lot of electronics.
It would be striking if I managed to get it cleaned up.
This bugs me every time I go out and shop. I come home, look to put the stuff away and on some level I'm really expecting the place to look the way I want it to - everything unpacked, sorted, put up with places for it and all. Instead, there's an unassembled bookshelf and a haphazard collection of crates stacked on top of each other filled mostly with books but also some office supplies like reams of printer paper and stacks of old manuscripts and things like that. The floor is carpeted in Ari since I can't vacuum.
Going on the trip put me in a frame of mind to get it all done, immediately. My body, which just hauled up that three story hill, disagrees. Scorcher of a day too, must be in the middle nineties with a high heat index from what it feels like in here. Leg cramps beginning this soon after the trip aren't a good sign - but it would be so cool if the place wasn't slobbish. I will be patient.
But maybe I can get a little of it done now and then. :D
Robert and Ari >^..^<