I'm a bit pink again...
Jun. 10th, 2003 08:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausI was sitting on the roof again, kniting and having a beer with Ben the Neighbor.
So I'm a little sunburny. Not bad, though.
*memo to myself--I have to go grocery shopping anyway--buy better sunscreen!*
We were waiting for the elevator on the ninth floor...and it never came. Greaaat.
I had laundry going on floor level, so we hiked down and checked each floor to see where the elevator was. No luck, no dice. Most of the buttons were pressed, and every other tenant we ran into was as unhappy as we were. I helped a very pregnant neighbor up a flight of stairs with her groceries and stroller and toddler, folded clothes and commiserated with another neighbor about hiking up 8 floors with our wash...and then lugged everything upstairs with yet another neighbor from my floor. (I'm in better shape than I thought--she was more winded than I was, and I was carrying a full laundry basket.)
Dammit, I thought things were getting better here. Good thing I signed a shorter lease this time. (Realistically I had to--I hate moving, and it takes me a while to pack everything; especially the fragile stuff. If I move. But it is getting *so* tempting to try one of the nice brownstones down the street.)
So there you are; morning grumbles...
So I'm a little sunburny. Not bad, though.
*memo to myself--I have to go grocery shopping anyway--buy better sunscreen!*
We were waiting for the elevator on the ninth floor...and it never came. Greaaat.
I had laundry going on floor level, so we hiked down and checked each floor to see where the elevator was. No luck, no dice. Most of the buttons were pressed, and every other tenant we ran into was as unhappy as we were. I helped a very pregnant neighbor up a flight of stairs with her groceries and stroller and toddler, folded clothes and commiserated with another neighbor about hiking up 8 floors with our wash...and then lugged everything upstairs with yet another neighbor from my floor. (I'm in better shape than I thought--she was more winded than I was, and I was carrying a full laundry basket.)
Dammit, I thought things were getting better here. Good thing I signed a shorter lease this time. (Realistically I had to--I hate moving, and it takes me a while to pack everything; especially the fragile stuff. If I move. But it is getting *so* tempting to try one of the nice brownstones down the street.)
So there you are; morning grumbles...
