My neighbor below is burning nag champa and it's floating up from her open window into ours. It's reminding me of the year I lived with the other andrea, the blue one, in that tiny dorm room. I like that. It's ridiculous that she lives in this city and I haven't yet seen her. Why don't I make time for these things?
Today Zach and I brought a pizza and our picnic blanket to the big park by our new house for dinner. We watched some dogs chase frisbees and some babies chase dogs.
Around 7:30, just before dusk, tons of seemingly little drunk birds started flying out from the top of the field house and fluttering about over the open field. After a while of watching, we were pretty sure they're not birds, but little bats, rather, coming out to catch their nightly bug dinners. Just like all those bats that fly out from under the bridge in Austin, TX in that huge spectacle every night. But much fewer.
Have I ever mentioned how much I like bats?
I bet they do this every evening. I can't wait to go back and watch for them.
I also noticed the clock tower (which you can hear from our new place when the windows are open) strikes every quarter hour. I am very excited about this. I can't wait to lay in bed half awake in the mornings and let the clock remind me that the day is ticking away. As long as I've lived in the city I've wanted to be by one of these clock towers.
But now, back in our little apartment, it's a quarter to midnight and we've laid out the aerobed to do a "camping night" in our living room. It's fun. Our house is trashed. It's an effort to pull out and purge the things we don't need before moving. Sleeping on a mattress in the middle of the living room floor kind of just goes with the chaos that is currently home.