*Is this normal, or am I really into statistical freak territory here? And if I'm doin' it wrong, how do I fix it?
- I get to keep the couch in my living room! The other tenants who were going to get it decided to buy their own, so my landlord told me this morning that I was welcome to keep the couch at my house. Score! Now I can move on to mulling over coffee tables and bookcases/credenzas.
- Of course, before I get into all that, the landlord wants to rip up the old and rather dirty wall-to-wall carpeting in the living room, and put in some nice new tile. This is fine with me, although I really hope that the contractor can lay hold of the tile quickly enough to do the work next week, when I'll be going to DOU-Town to
get shitfaced while catching up with old friendsretrieve my stuff from storage. Apparently, the work will take approximately a week to do, and would be rather inconvenient to walk around in normal conditions, let alone when I have my personal library and some assorted housewares to unpack from a moving truck.
- I really tried to like grits, but I don't. I never will. I am okay with this. It's not like I wouldn't seem like a full-bore Yankee if I ate the stuff anyway.
- In general, I kind of hate the dominant cuisine around here, which seems almost entirely based on pork, cream, and cheese, preferably all together. I like all of these things in their separate places, and in moderation, but fuck, how can people eat this crap day in, day out? No wonder the obesity rates are sky-high in this state. I'm looking forward very much to getting here from DOU-Town with my kitchenware, so I can start cooking for myself.
- On the other hand, I found a fabulous little restaurant very close to my house with some killer cocktails recipes and really good food, albeit still based on the heavy-ass Southern standbys. (Haute cuisine here is really haute Southern cuisine; there's just no getting away from it.) I had several glasses of a wonderfully refreshing champagne-and-watermelon cocktail that cheered me enormously. And, compared to what I'm used to in Hometown, and even in DOU-Town, it's cheap. Wow.
- I think the feeling of being all by my lonesome out here in the boondocks is getting to me a little. There's not too much social interaction to do with my colleagues yet, since they're mostly out of town until the semester starts, and there's not much of any other social scene for me, unless you were to count trying to make small talk with bartenders. I should respond to this situation by focusing intently on my writing, and make the most of the lack of external obligations. However, I find myself spending far too many hours a day moping about how there's no one to talk to, and, more disturbing, thinking wistfully about my last girlfriend. I'm pretty well over her, but I'm wistful about having a girlfriend, period. I sometimes wonder how these serial monogamists you hear about pull off such a feat. I am sorry to report that it's been nearly two years since I've even been on a date.* Given the amount of time I expect to spend here, the smallness of the town, and the fact that I seem to be the only Jew in sight for – gulp – miles and miles of Bible Belt territory, I am not optimistic about this situation improving. (This is the kind of place where people use the word 'Christian' as a synonym for 'good, decent, respectable'. I'm not eager to find out how the word 'Jew' is deployed outside of religious contexts.) I'm told there are others of my kind in Big Regional City, which is only an hour and change down the highway, but I'm not going to truck out there on any regular basis, let alone to mack on women. I guess it's not quite as dire a dating scenario as Research City, but I wonder. At least there were diplomats there. Anyway, I'm looking forward to the semester starting; I love my private time and space, but it's odd to experience it when there's nothing to stand in opposition to that seclusion.