Last night when I got home, Nick had dinner ready for us. A very nice treat. Since we have been busy with moving, we have not had the time to cook home cooked meals. Stuffed cheese pasta with spaghetti sauce, and white bread broiled with garlic butter. Yum-Yum. We sat at our counter with the stools...Nick loves this little informal eating area. I wish it had just a little more leg room.
I opened the three packages I received...one from Mom for my birthday. She is always a little odd in her birthday choices, but I love her gifts all the same. This time in the box:
- A hot Pink Boa
- A bottle of Usher perfume
- A random purple bow, not attached to anything
- A paper umbrella, like the kind you put in drinks
- Two perfume samples she picked up at the store when she bought the Usher
Oh, yes. And there was no card explaining any of it. Typical Mom! I love her so much.
Box #2 contained a VHS Tape from Mary. VHS Tape...Do I even have a VHS player? WTF? Of Little Shop of Horrors. Nick happened to mention he liked the movie, so she sent it to me so we could watch it. Except the pesky fact of no VHS player. Oh well...the thought was good. LOL
Box #3 contained the Verizon Network Extender. http://wirelesssupport.verizon.com/information/network_extender.html?t=2
Since I moved into to the new apartment, I get almost ZERO reception. Seriously bad. No calls coming in, only texts if I put the phone next to the window. All calls drop that I make, even if I sit on the balcony and extend myself over the railing. I had to purchase said Network Extender for $200.00. Hated to do it, but it makes no sense not to calls at night...when I am most likely to want to get them.
Happy to report that it works like a charm. Even with the Network Extender and the GPS finder on it, I still had to attach the remote GPS part on to a long cable, and run it to the very corner of the glass windows...up high so that it could receive even just a little GPS juice (or whatever it receives...LOL) This required very careful taping with invisible tape so that the cords do not look "Ghetto" in Nick's words. He cares very much how things look. But now I have 3-4 bars of reception in most parts of the apartment. That ROCKS!
As we worked through that issue, Nick started changing the light fixtures to our cooler lights. First, he installed the track lighting. (insert gay joke here about track lighting...lol) It is a cool set from Ikea that I really like. Unfortunately, we could not figure out how the light switch worked for that light...the known light switch, when off, still allowed power to get to the power box on the ceiling, which is not supposed to happen.
Next, he installed the barrell pendant light, black, also from Ikea, in the livingroom. He was able to get that installed...and it worked perfectly. Turns off, and it turns on. Nicely done, Nicky.
In between all of this, his pager is constantly going off. This is normal for him. Constant buzzing. I have learned to try to ignore it...and sometimes I actually do. This is one of those generational gaps I experience with living with a 29 year old. This is not considered rude or odd...being in constant contact with all your 200 friends is what everyone strives for these days. And he adeptly multi-tasks for the most part. We have struck an agreement that if I am hosting or paying for dinner, he agrees that he will turn off the cell phone and give me his undivided attention. But otherwise, he is his own man, and doesn't owe me anything. Which is fine with me. I often take out my Kindle and read while we eat out or are together...which he never complains about either. It works out.
And at about 1030 pm, he announces that he has a visitor (he calls them tricks...) and he begins to clean up the livingroom. This is my sign to get myself ready and to go to my room. I can stay out in the main living area if I want, but it's best for both of us if I give him and his "guest" a little space. So I do. I close my door and get on the computer and check my Facebook. I can hear the door open a few minutes later...and the murmuring male voices as they walk to his room...his door shuts...then the low, vibrating bass sound of his music he turns on to mask any sound. I focus on my "CafeWorld" game on Facebook...and forget about Nick and his guest for a while. But I am still surprised when 20 minutes later I hear his bedroom door opening, and the front door closing. Nick sends me a text "I am going to work now. Have to be there by Midnight. Goodnight"
I do not fully understand his world. I cannot imagine spending 20 minutes having a quickie sex encounter with someone I barely know...but part of me is a little jealous that he is going to work with a smile on his face, and I am going to bed alone. (sigh)
It's time for my nightly date with Destiny.
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