With Dubai becoming the new Houston and citizens being so conveniently cut off from Medicaid and all the other assorted horrors in the world, I thought some more humor wouldn’t be a bad thing. In other words, yes I did indeed think the previous post and its home movie to be humorous. And this movie too is brought to you straight from our apartment via a little home movie session last autumn, but no not on the same day I filmed H.o.p. jumping on me.
Yes, that’s a clothes rack in the background holding all our clothes. Our bedroom does have a closet but as the building is about 90 years old the closet is about one foot wide and two feet deep. I don’t feel badly letting you see our clothes rack because at least, as in the previous movie, you can also see some of our cheerily painted road-rescued furnishings at the same time.
H.o.p. was cracking me up that day. I was well primed to laugh as we’d already filmed several other vampire shorts that had him performing bat gymnastics all over the room. If you’re not amused, please feel free to be critical of the clothes rack.
The Big News (for us) today is that Marty didn’t need the root canal he had done last month redone. In celebration, because our old microwave bit the dust, on the way back from his appointment he bought us a fairly cheap new microwave. What I wanted was an exciting microwave that is the modern fairy tale cornucopia, the sacred pot that always is filled with a heart-warming meal (fish occasionally would be nice) and the moment you’re done it buzzes and you go to open it and find inside fresh fruit tarts. Since that wasn’t available, we opted for a Sanyo that feels very clunky but had better reviews than some of the other cheap models that I’d read up on. But it is also a couple inches bigger than our old microwave which means we effectively no longer have any food prep counter space in our miniature, closet-sized apartment kitchen.
Actually, we opted for the Sanyo (I was on the cell with Marty negotiating the terrain) because the Best Buys sales person, when asked about microwaves, told him that she believes microwaves are the cause of all today’s diseases but if we wanted one then either a Sanyo or GE was the one to get out of what they had. Because she was so frank about how she felt about things, Marty then asked her what would be a good vacuum to buy. She said she would give him the name of a good Hoover place. But we turned out not to need it as when Marty got home he dug out and read the instructions for our vacuum and found it had more filters than we believed it to have and he cleaned those out (I’m allergic to dust) and now the vacuum is working again and I can vacuum up some of that dust to which I’m allergic.
If I get the kitchen vaguely clean (at least cleaner) some time in the next 24 hours–which I feel compelled to do as one of Marty’s brothers is arriving on Thursday to spend three depressing days here (never mind why but damn will we be needing some humor afterwards)–I will do YES a video of our kitchen and request the help of all my Hong Kong readers in advising me on how we can create some counter space! How’s that? But you can’t expect the kitchen to be too spic and span as this past January one of the radiant heater pipes busted in one of the kitchen walls, a pipe which they said couldn’t be fixed until warm weather arrived as they were going to have to turn off the heat to all the apartments and they weren’t sure how long it would take for them to destroy our wall and fix the pipe, so it has been humidly spewing out steam and thus peeling the paint off the wall and wrecking havoc in general. It has been nasty in there. I was telling Marty last night that they *will* make up for these past several months by painting our whole kitchen (and not just the destroyed wall) a pleasant color.
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