If you follow me on social media you may have seen that it has been a very interesting week for me this week in Texas.
Chris has an apartment here while we are living our lives apart—trying to sell the house in Mason City—balancing a marriage and life and new job and all that that entails. It isn’t easy but we have been in this place before and we can do it. We both really miss each other but try to make the best of the situation.
His 1 bedroom apartment is nice and quite comfortable. He got a furnished one and it is very interesting to see how apartments get furnished. Last year when he was in Houston for 6 months his furnished apartment was more streamlined and modern. It did not have a lot of “stuff” sitting around. I liked it.
This apartment is decorated totally differently. It is definitely not “him”. It is not manly. I have counted 10 fake potted plants and trees tucked into corners and nooks, on tables and mantels and dressers. There is a lot of artwork. A lot. And stuff. A lot of vases and pictures and stuff. And little boxes. Tons of little boxes stacked on top of other little boxes. I went to put some socks in one of the dresser drawers and found yet another box that he had tucked away in a drawer.
The apartment also has a pretty sweet balcony. The only problem was we could not get out on the balcony. Seems both of the locks were broken and we were locked in! My game plan for the week was to sit out on the balcony reading, sipping iced tea (not Hi C) and writing. We purchased a couple of inexpensive chairs so I could live it up in style . All to no avail since there was no way to get out there. My hero husband put in a work order and on Monday they came and worked. It was quite a conundrum. They said they had never seen locks do that before. But after much banging and work they fixed the locks and I was in business.
We had plans for a nice meal out on Tuesday night and found a lovely marina that had a restaurant with a huge deck where we could sit and enjoy watching the ducks and boats coming and going while we ate.
Oh and did I mention the family of raccoons that lived under the deck?
And the woman who thought the one was her grandfather who had just died who loved raccoons??? She proceeded to tell us about how he always wore a coonskin cap and would stop on trips to Alabama when he saw one on the road and cut off the tail for his collection. No joke—I can not make this stuff up. It was difficult to eat when she was right there feeding salmon to these guys.
If you listen closely you can hear the guy at the table say “hey–do these guys have diseases?” Uh…yea….sometimes.
All in all it has been an interesting week so far. But before I go I need to share 3 things that I love about Chris’s home away from home. I think you will get it.
No words necessary for how much I love this teapot that is included as part of the kitchen ware!