The Kind of Thing That Shouldn’t Really Matter In The Great Grand Scheme of Things, But Somehow It Does Anyhow

So, while I’ve been putting up photos of Spain for you all, I’ve been keeping you in the dark about what’s actually been going on.  We took possession of our new place, renovated the bathroom, changed the floors, painted everything, and then last Monday we moved in.  Now, when I say we did these things, we actually hired people to do them.  We live in a condo, so strata rules say that licensed people have to do any renovations.  This is fine, as we a) don’t have tools and b) are not really handy folk.

But oh my god, the decisions!  Generally, I am excellent at making decisions.  I make them fast and am content to live with the outcome.  This is when I’m making decisions for me, however.  When I am making decisions that affect other people (other people in this situation meaning my husband, who probably wouldn’t have appreciated the cream, pale yellow, and pale pink colour scheme I may well have gone with were I single), I have significantly more trouble. Continue reading

Orange is Not Gay.

I was on the bus the other day and near me were three teenage boys.  We shared about twenty minutes of bus ride.  I’d say they were 16 or so.  I’m bad at guessing ages though, so I could be way off.  They were old enough to know better anyway.

I was watching them and eavesdropping (in a totally non-creepy way, of course.)  They were interesting to watch because there was an obvious pecking order among them.  One boy was the natural alpha of the group.  He was quiet but confident and the other two deferred to his judgment more or less consistently.  Then there was the joker sidekick.  The third boy seemed to be trying very hard — to do what, I’m not sure — impress maybe?  I think I’ve played all three parts myself in the past.  It was intriguing to watch it in action. Continue reading