The Lights in the Sky Are

it's pine borers, all right

I went to sign my lease today! And I looked at the dead tree's trunk while I waited. There are these teeny tiny holes all over it, and from what I understand, the makers of those holes will destroy all the other trees if they're not stopped. I do not know how they are stopped; the previous sentence contains the sum total of my pine borer knowledge. But it is sad because look, actually there are two dead ones at this point. 

Anyway. The manager asked for a paper check for the deposit and pro-rated amount, and I do not remember the last time I wrote a check! But last time I needed one I had to order 100, so there are, you know, nearly 100 left, and I am sending one by mail later today since of course I didn't think I'd need to bring one with me? It's kind of weird to realize I'll be mailing one every month, however, I was thinking earlier about how my grandma probably did that and I have been amusing myself by imagining a Grandma Kelly sort of space but with way more books and no lavender pant sets. Also, I can have the Chinese food delivered (instead of how she made her short little jaunt to Lotus Garden for the appetizer plate)


and hopefully the Indian food, as well, because I prefer that actually, though it costs more and I will have to budget for it carefully. 

And there's steak tartare! When I spent the weekend with her, sometimes Grandma would cook me a little meatloaf and make steak tartare for herself. Other times we'd have a small roast that she baked with grape jelly and mustard on top. You guys think back to the 70s and remember the ferns and macramé and wicker and terrible fabrics and shoe designs, at least I am imagining you do, but I want to bake things in Corning Ware (but not with clashing textures that should never have been allowed to occur) and eat fondue and also steak tartare with a wedge salad. Not really a wedge salad, though. Who wants to eat salad with a knife?

Well, I'm hungry and I need to eat something before going to work so it's entirely possible my idea of living a Grandma Kelly apartment aesthetic comes down to thinking about making steak tartare, but I have other ideas, as well. The second bedroom/painting room will be filled with little collectible toys, children's and YA books, etc., and I'll probably put my bits of African art (mostly from Ghana) in my bedroom, and I want the living room to be as gardeny as possible. Stay tuned. If you want to, that is.