We did it! This weekend we finally got our old apartment cleaned out. It took us about 6 hours of loading, unloading, sweeping, wiping, mopping and scrubbing. I didn’t think that place could look so clean. I only hope that it meets the approval of our landlady. I’m not looking forward to going back in there, the reek of bleach and cleaner are probably quite strong. Smells never did ventilate very well in that place. Awesome apartment, defintely somewhere I would recommend to anyone who needs to live in such an ideal location.
I am so glad to not have that yappy dog as my neighbor. The downstairs kitties are awesome, that dog is not. Bacca was never THAT irritating to listen to, except when he was a puppy and didn’t want to be left alone in his crate. What a time that was.
But yesterday was also Halloween, and we had candy to hand out. It was pretty fun at first. I do like handing kids the bowl of candy to help themselves. I still remember the little girl in Somerville who stomped right up, grabbed a massive handful of candy and stomped away again. Not so much as a thank you. I’m used to that kind of behavior in the kids. These kids were far too nice. I let the kids help themselves and they each took one piece, said thank you and started back down the steps. I told them they could have more than 1 piece if they wanted as we did have A LOT of candy to hand out. “No thank you!” was their response. WHAT!?! Courteous children say no to more candy? Ah, but wait. Mom said, “You can have more,” to which they tore back up the steps and each took a few more pieces. One girl said, “I got three” as if to ask if that was okay. I told her she was welcome to have all three of those. Again the score of “Thaaaaank yoooou” was echoed up to me and I was happy.
That was Trick-or-Treat group #1. After that I put the candy in our cat hut from IKEA (a picture I found online shows it here) we shut the door and waited for the thumping of footsteps on our steps. We had about 3 other groups come by, some with little kids and two with older ones. The two boys that came by on their own waved at me in the window with a big thumbs up to say we had good stuff and thanks. At 9 pm when we turned off our porch light and brought in the goods, we had about 1/3 bowl of candy left!! Where we are from, such a thing would not have happened. . . we would be missing cat hut, bowl and candy without so much as a thank you.
Sometimes living in a place like this really makes you rethink how people think. Big cities do seem to have that “self entitlement” feel a bit more than smaller towns. Glad my faith in humanity and children has been restored. . . now if only the parents would have dressed up a bit more.