Pushkin digs our new living arrangement, especially the radiators.
See the bust? It was made by Josh's grandfather, who was a doctor but also dabbled in the arts.
See all the medals around the neck of the bust? Those were won by Edgar Allen Poo in his many obedience competitions.
See the bag next to the bust? It contains my mother-in-law. In ash form.
I kind of want to put the bag away somewhere, like on a closet shelf, but I don't want to overstep my bounds here. Pop-Pop put the bag there. Maybe that's where he wants her. I don't know. It is in the dining room, very close to where she presided over many a meal so I guess it's fitting.
In any case, Pushkin often sits there.
I think I mentioned that I have been taking una clase en los sábados. So now I can hablo español like a madre-fucker. Oh, lo siento. Pardon mi lenguaje.
The point is: the class is over since yesterday afternoon. Which means that I can have my Saturdays back and maybe Josh and I can start working on getting our house ready for rental.
It's such a liberating feeling to know that we will be getting rid of a lot of our possessions.
There are a lot of things about my life that I want to change. This is a start.
Today, Josh and I were in the car together, driving down 16th Street on our way home after visiting my parents and doing a few errands. Josh was doing the actual driving. I'm not going to say exactly what happened. But I will tell you this: Josh executed a very smooth move that unfortunately violated a number of traffic laws. There just happened to be a D.C. cop right there in his cruiser, who immediately pulled us over. Josh cursed himself while fumbling for his drivers license. And I was all, "Ooooooh, you're in so much trouble!"
The police officer said, "Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?" I leaned over and asked helpfully, "Was it because he was driving like an asshole?" The police officer handed back the driver's license and said, "Sir, I think you're in more trouble with her than with me. You can go."
All in all it was a good weekend.