I'm totally procrastinating on this whole apartment cleaning thing. I am looking around the alcove/sun room/knitting crap room/ library (it's just a little room that I can't name) and that tiny space is daunting enough without thinking of the whole apartment. Behold, I expose my secret shame to you. Yes, that's a stuffed cow. Note the yarn and books on the left side and my inaccurate* globe rug from Ikea. This is the room that Frau sees most often when she visits. Off to the right, which you can't see, is a door way that leads directly to the stairs (my front door opens to stairs and then you climb up to the actual apartment). In the nine years I have lived here, I have never used the alcove door to enter the main living space. I always turn left at the top of the stairs and go down the short hall that leads to the bedroom and living room doors. Frau always comes through the alcove, so it pisses her off to no end that the doorway is blocked by a box, a lamp and an old boombox. Maybe I'll start off by really cleaning this room and once it's done the rest won't seem so impossible. I'll keep you posted.
And just because it made me chuckle, I leave you with this: (found at the corner of 7th and Burlington) I know the city can be a bit pungent at times, but I really don't think this is going to cut it. These were gone by the time I came back from the post office about 10 minutes later. This place is just funny to me sometimes.
*The countries are not represented in the order of the actual world. South America is connected by Indonesia and its islands to Asia. Above it and somewhat connected is Western Europe, as if cut off at Ukraine and upward, including Finland, Norway and Sweden. North America is on there, too, sort of. It's as if the Swedes never saw a globe.