I can be optimistic or pessimistic today. It all depends on where I put my eyes.
Pessimistic:
The Russians are back and one of them just walked right into my apartment yesterday while I was answering an email. He opened the door, walked in, looked around the room and said with a deep Boris (from Rocky and Bullwinkle) accent, "Move this from window." A chin nod toward the trunk in front of the window, and he was gone.
When I made my recent journal entry about the Russians, they disappeared for a really long time. So I was a little worried that maybe they had read my journal and I had hurt their feelings. But then I realized,
"Silly girl! Russians don't wear Renaissance gowns! They didn't read your journal!"
So today I will have to deal with Russians in my window again. I would leave and go paint the new house, BUT . . .
The alternator on my truck died, and it's in the garage being fixed. So I'm without transportation too, which means that my kitchen is still not painted and I won't be able to get over there until the truck is fixed.
Or, I can be optimistic:
WE HAVE A HOME!
WE HAVE A HOME!
WE HAVE A HOME!
Plus, as an added bonus, I get to spy on the Russians all day, which is great fun, and I thoroughly endorse it if you haven't tried it.
Oh, not that it's important, but Brian told me that the Russians aren't really Russian. They are Greek. However, since I don't think Greeks in my window are as funny as Russians in my window, I'm going to keep calling them Russians.
Gotta run - the Russian is back. He just walked into my apartment again. Apparently "knocking" was outlawed during the great Pennsyltucky-Russian Window Conflict.