New Horizons

Since I moved into my new apartment a week ago, my brain has been bursting with entertaining anecdotes about small spaces, antique plumbing and the construction worker alarm clock. Alas, I am still on the trail of my very own computer and only able to blog when intruding on my sister, as I am now. However, more than one friend seems to have a paternal unit with an old machine looking for a new home and hopefully something will come through very soon and the apartment chronicles will begin to flow.
You see, I have also quit TV cold turkey, so I have plenty of time for brilliant ideas to be born and evolve in my newly liberated mind. For years I have thought that I would really be a more interesting and productive person if I didn't waste so much time in front of the tube. With the move and the considerable reduction in available space for electronics of questionable value, it seemed the perfect time to detox.
As I eagerly await the days of unfettered blogging, I have been filling my free hours with pursuits such as teaching myself to play the guitar (I can play an extremely simplified version of Always by Jewel up to the bridge), scrubbing ancient filth from the faux-marble paneling in my home (delightful!), doing my dishes and for that matter feeding myself real meals that use dishes, or writing down and illuminating inspirational quotes to post on my refrigerator (ok I only did this once, but it brought me a great deal of joy!).
And tomorrow is Saturday so the first thing I hear won't be someone yelling "Fire in the hole!" just yards away from my pillowed head. What does that mean anyway?