I Like Clean Pipes

Ever since I moved into this apartment my sink had performed less than satisfactory in the drainage department. I could deal with it, but had to make sure I didn't focus on the sludge that I could see in the pipes every time I look down when washing my hands, face, or brushing my teeth. One time my curiosity got the best of me and I pushed my finger down there only to feel the gross composition of whatever molds happen to build up in pipes. It was nasty. This last week it got to the point where my sink decided not to drain at all. That's when I became courageous enough to call the landlord. Much to my surprise, I came home the next day to an incredibly foul smelling apartment, and a bathroom that looked like it had lived through a tornado BUT a sink that had clean pipes! I can now look down the pipe and see nothing. Washing my hands is such a pleasurable experience now and the simple fact that I can turn the taps on to full pressure is exciting. My sink stays a lot cleaner too. Sometimes asking for help is a good thing.

Thanksgiving weekend is upon us and there is much to be thankful for. I know that I probably complain too much when venting on a day at school but quite honestly I'm thankful I have been blessed with the opportunity to "teach." It makes me happy to go each day. I only get stressed and frustrated cause I care. That's why things bother me. I'm also happy that I have people that are willing to hear my complaints and not pass judgement. Would it not be for them I would not have made it through my first two years. Another year, another day, and another opportunity. All things to be thankful for. If I would sit down and make a list it would obviously be a lengthy one, and even then I know that I'd forget things. I am a lucky kid. I do realize this but most days probably fail to remember to what extent this is true.

The NHL finally started its season. Hockey night in Canada makes Saturdays at the apartment much more tolerable. However, I'm still not sold on the the new Hockey Night in Canada Anthem. Why do you go get rid of something that just makes sense? I guess sometimes change, even the smallest of changes, are hard to accept. I'll work on the adjustment. What I am thrilled about right now is that Toronto is getting killed. That always makes me smile.

My dad got me the sweetest sweater on his trip. I love hoodies and this one will get it's fair share of use. He surprises me with his sense of style sometimes. Although I don't have much sense of style myself so I'm probably pretty easy to please. As long as it has a hood I'm usually satisfied. I should get him to do my shopping more often.

I don't really think I have a brother any more. And that's not his fault - that's my own. The occasional e-mail gets sent but that's not quite the same. I need to make that effort. I really haven't seen much of anybody or anything the past month and a half. I'm pretty sure the kids I teach know more about what's going on with me than my own flesh and blood. That's probably where I need to work on that thing called balance. That's bad of me. I seldom take initiative to make plans even though I often have ideas that I think are grand. Generally by the time Friday rolls around I'm ready to have a quiet night of "me" time.

I think it's time for a rest. Icecream would be good too...maybe tomorrow.