the truth about lexington

is that i actually don't know.

here's what happened, for those of you out of the loop:

one broken arm (my mom's), one case of posterior tibial tendonitis (mine), and two seperate trips to the emergency room proved that 80's rockers sometimes have the answers.

my carefully planned move dissolved into chaos. we meant to have the truck here by 2pm; we were gassing up to leave indianapolis at 2:15pm. the four people who should have made the move tolerable had dwindled to two. the apartment was filthy. things that should have been done on monday, tuesday (the 30th, the 31st) remained unfinished for WEEKS.

painkillers and anti inflammatories ensured that i could not safely drive anywhere. deep tissue massage, and my inability to stand/walk for more than a few minutes at a time have ensured that i couldn't, you know, walk anywhere. thus, i've spent the last two weeks sitting in my apartment watching gilmore girls and crocheting scarves and baby blankets.

today, weather.com swears up and down that it is 85 degrees here in beautiful lexington, kentucky. the clock on the bank swears that it is a balmy 101 here in beautiful lexington, kentucky. i'm not sure who to believe, but either way my hermitage is going to remain intact. until i remember that i have no toilet paper and i drag myself to the grocery store.

someday, i believe, i'll start working and start taking classes, and will officially become a resident of this city that, on the outside, looks decently interesting. and while i've located the good coffeehouse, a fantastic used bookstore, and the scariest goodwill known to man, i remain unacquainted with the finer points of the city. and scouring my cookbooks for new recipes to try.

for now, i'm going to write a nasty note to whoever keeps using my trash can, and hope that i hear the ups guy when he knocks on the door. anyone need a new scarf?