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Hi folks,

I’ve gotten some requests for updates on the whole apartment roof leak thing:

• I didn’t have to actually move; I just had to move all my stuff out of that room and squash it in the living room and bedroom. I’m living in a chaotic, messy pit. How is that different from how I usually live, some might ask…I don’t really have an answer for you yet.
• I’ve been given a slight rent discount to compensate.
• I have been assured they will replace the roof as soon as it is dry. As that has happened several times, I believe this is a lie.
• I’ve taken a sample of the orange liquid for further testing…does anyone know where I could get this stuff tested for possible carcinogens?

:O)

I feel so very sad today. I hear nothing but drip, drip, drip. It rained. Yahoo for the forest fires but not so good for me. My office is leaking more. There are at least nine trouble spots now. I’m running out of pots. And it would be bad enough if it was only plain water. But it’s this red-orange tinted stuff. To see it go to my April 11th entry.

I called the landlady AGAIN (my first call was beginning of April). This time she came over and was suitably horrified. At this point I started bawling. Not sure why. It’s not THAT bad. I guess I’m just sick of getting screwed over with apartments.

Anyway, she is going to help me move into another unit. This should make me happy. But somehow it doesn’t. I like my unit. It is my home. I know the new unit is nicer. Tile floors, new appliances, a dishwasher. But I love being on the top floor. I love my views of green trees. I like being able to see who’s coming and going. The new apartment looks back on the parking lot with a view of a highway and with windows over the smoking area. It’s on the second floor so I’ll have someone above me. I won’t get the amazing morning light. I won’t be able to see when I have visitors (and there’s no intercom system). So I feel sad.

Plus I have to move. Again. It’s just such an effort. She says she and her fiance will move my stuff. But I still have to pack it. And I’ll have to change my address again. I like my address. I finally remember it. That means new checks too. Gosh, I hope I don’t have to change phone numbers as well.

And it’s not coming at the most opportune time since I’m going out of town for 10 days next week.

On the bright side there is Jeremy. Yesterday he brought flowers and root beer floats. So nice.

Remember last year’s Minnehaha Falls post? I went again this year recently with my sweetie, Jeremy.

Everyone, this is Jeremy.

Jeremy, this is everyone, or at least some…

At least INSIDE a conservatory:

From the National Weather Service Twin Cities bureau regarding this weekend:

Storm total accumulations should range from 9 to 12 inches in most
locations… with as much as 15 to 18 inches possible along the
Interstate 35 corridor and the Saint Croix River Valley.

Looky at our 5-day forecast. Brrrrr!

We had a slight winter storm last night, and I woke up to see this out of my living room window:

We haven’t had much snow this winter. This is probably only the second or third time the shovels have come out!

My Dad and I went to the town of Stillwater, Minnesota on the St. Croix River. Just across the river is Wisconsin. It’s a cute little town: lots of antique shops, ice cream parlors, etc. Kinda dead on a holiday in January after a snow, but still fun.

I finished my internship at American Public Media’s Speaking of Faith radio show Friday. It was a good, though at times, tough experience.

I’ll miss working downtown St. Paul. It’s such a pleasant little city. This photo shows the American Public Media/Minnesota Public Radio building in the foreground (with the ticker going ’round the building).

There’s a couple exceptionally good shows in the next few weeks:

No More Taking Sides: An Israeli-Palestinian Story

Planting the Future with Wangari Maathai (Nobel Peace Prize Winner)