Stuff around here has not been that exciting except for going back to work and meeting my classes, but we have been up to a couple of things.
Namely, emptying our attic. We started a few weeks ago with just the crap and this past weekend went head-on into the fiberglass. Eugh. I still am incapable of actually being in our attic because I’m too scared to climb up the ladder that’s set up in our basement staircase—the only access point. So basically J and I cover ourselves in masks, suits, and gloves and he throws fiberglass down to me and I try to take it outside. Then we pile it up with the other random crap from the attic and take it to the dump. Eugh. Fiberglass is awful, guys. And our bedroom is surprisingly COLD without any insulation. Who’d a thunk?
I’m also trying to actually read books (more than just on vacation). It helps me take my mind off work, and there are tons I want to read, so maybe I’ll be able to keep this going for a while. I saw an excerpt of Fatou Diomé speaking on television (from awhile ago) and so started reading her Le Ventre de l’Atlantique.
Finally, here’s a question for people who live in France: Do you know anyone (in France) who has a (French) credit card?
Also, if you like to laugh, you should probably read Breaking Cat News.