Waldergrove

How in tarnation has a week passed already? Oh, right. I've had quite a run of it the past seven sleeps or so.

1. I'm happy to declare that my report cards were handed in (and I've only had a few boo-boos to rectify -- but I mean, come on, there's only so much perfection in data entry one can expect from an English teacher).

2. I moved. Yes, after hours of cleaning, loading up puny little crappy cars, packing, and whining about how exhausted I was, I finally said goodbye to Walnut Grove where I was happy for four years. I now have my bum firmly parked inside a lovely apartment in Aldergrove with my friend Larissa. I've ALWAYS dreamed of living in an apartment building. Today when I was leaving for work, I was almost giddy as I pressed the elevator button. The little bing! is such a cheerful greeting. I practically skipped out of the building to my car. Although, I am living in Aldergrove. Sunday night after Andy left, I could hear guys yelling and using the F-bomb in all sorts of never-been-heard-before ways, and my imagination started going wild... (cue the chimes)

...I started picturing Andy getting thrown into someone's trunk (he did put up quite a fight though -- don't be deceived by his slight frame. He can move a piano, you know). I knew that I would probably hear more commotion, and I would stick my head out the window (but not see anything), and then grab my phone and maybe a vest, but no shoes (no time, and really, not necessary). Then, I would take the fire escape stairs, cuz there would be no way I could calmly ride the elevator down four floors while my love was being thrown into a body bag. I would race into the parking lot, and see his little jelly bean with the door open, but no sign of him. I figured I would phone 911 and request the police station, and then at that point I would probably wake up Larissa to fill her in on what had happened...

This is all while I'm laying in my bed, trying to fall aspleep. I was getting a little nervous, so I cut my imaginings off before I freaked myself out too much. I even had my phone in my hand, wondering if it would come across as a little psycho if I called him while he was driving home to make sure he made it to his car OK. I decided it was a little psycho. For some reason.

Sigh. I love the imagination. I'm glad to know that I now have a rescue plan if the need ever arises. Safety is important when living in the sketchy bowels of the Lower Mainland.