Winter "Wonderland"

It was a lovely weekend, even when littered liberally with my insecurities. I guessed one of my Christmas presents from Orpheus, and was so touched I nearly cried… Still don’t get it early, though, even for being the biggest bottom in the world (three times in 36 hours. Unheard of for me). Madison had a “winter weather alert,” and so O. and I laid low at my place all weekend. Terra Firma and Sister were also both around, though Sister HAS her own apartment, now (just signed the papers on Friday). This is great news for Orpheus, as he has been more irritated since she moved in with TF and I, but he likes Sister quite a bit more than he likes Terra, so really, the blessing is mixed. S. will continue to co-habitate with us for another week or so, until she takes delivery of her new furniture, poor thing.
So, that’s the generic miscellany of the weekend. The other items to discuss are as follows: 1) Sister, out of curiosity born of freezing to death in the apartment, checked our windows, and found that they open down as well as up, and we had been existing with quarter-inch gaps between the top of the window frame and our upper sashes for several of the cold months. We closed said gaps. Consequently, we’ll be saving a great deal on heat in the future, especially since we ghetto-sealed our windows with plastic on Saturday. 2) The thing that I wouldn’t discuss last week has been cleared by Orpheus for treatment… Before the snow really started coming down on Saturday, we had two prospective three-way auditions which we’d set up last week. Neither went terribly swimmingly, though the second was significantly better than the first. However, the second guy was so physically unattractive (that pic was ARTFULLY photoshopped, let me tell you,) that no amount of mental acrobatics could actually justify sleeping with the poor guy. 3) We took a trip to the grocery store on Sunday, and that was absolutely it. The roads weren’t THAT bad, but people were driving like chickens with their heads cut off. This morning, though, with all the snow half-melting and going to ice, I was stuck in my parking spot, and had to get O. out of bed to help me out. After dumping all of my kitty litter into the wheel-wells created by rocking the car, I was still 30 minutes late for work. After being sick last week, that doesn’t bode terribly well for my future here.
To mop up a couple things I didn’t talk about last week, I finished Operation: Shylock by Phillip Roth, and couldn’t help but get the impression that House of Leaves owed a lot to Roth… At least as a source of ideas that the author of said book just wasn’t good enough to implement in a more outré manner than good ‘ol P.R… In House of Leaves, one of the worst books I’ve ever read, I can now draw a line of literary inspirations from Greek Myths through bad German ‘Tales of the Witching Hour’, with a short stop at Benjamin Tammuz’s Minotaur, doubtless one of Roth’s inspirations, and finally through trashy ‘80’s serial SciFi and nasty drugs to that unmentionable, over-wrought, under-achieving cult “classic” of a novel. That’s all for today, folks. Please leave comments if you like or dislike what you read here. I don’t have stats tools yet, so am anxious to know how everybody likes the page, and even if it’s being read at all.
Many Thanks, ~Aeffchen.