My apartment is being “renovated” to reflect more mainstream taste than mine. At this moment it’s still the opposite of sparse as most of my belongings are in the living room. Whatever isn’t part of the wall unit will be painted this week. All non-stone floors will be sanded l
ater on in the week sometime this month, I hope. My merry band of doormen have come over. This is an article on townhouses in New York
On Tuesday Lucia is taking me to an all day seminar on how to profit off the Internet. Would be nice.
That night my friend Myrna and I are going to a seminar at the New York Public Library on “how to sell your apartment in five days.”
If I ever finish the pre-sale renovation, I might sell….Am I the only person to find hundreds of little things wrong with their apartment/house prior to selling? I had the kitchen pipe replaced to come up to code. The old pipe caused all kinds of scuzzy floods. The entire area around the sink has to be replaced. Even the windows are going to be power cleaned. Usually the day they’re washed they’re filthy again from any one of many construction projects going on.
I’m either beginning to find this all funny or I’m having a total breakdown. I think I know which brokerage house I’m going to use. I will be able to casually mention in conversation that I used X auction house. And will neglect to say it wasn’t for the family jewels, art collection or my mother’s clothes. When Nan Kempner’s clothes were being auctioned, the black & white clothes did bear a striking resemblance to my mother’s clothes. We gave them away.
The New York Public Library is rich in lectures, research material and splendor–at least the 42nd Street branch, but the Manhattan system is overburdened and poor in books to lend. Hence we use Barnes & Noble and Borders both as reading rooms and book stores. They also might have Cheesecake Factory (B&N) Dean & Deluca (Borders) cafe’s which does make a nice change from Starbucks. Once I actually let myself get a flavored latte and dessert and will remember that fondly. I get tired of shaken teas, no sugar, or regular coffee as I like mine or diner coffee better.
I have been having panic attack dreams from the steam heat–it takes me half the winter to get used to no heat to way too much heat coming from pipes and I dreamed that I had no money to pay the rent. Took me awhile this morning to realize I don’t pay rent and have money. Though the monthly charges are insane and a big part of the reason I’m leaving.
I think I liked it better when I just jumped awake from the heat with my heart racing. Now I sleep with heart racing and–well yesterday was much worse than today. I did sleep on the very edge of the bed far far away from the pipes. Every year I have to reteach myself to get used to sudden heat surges in pipes. My bedroom has many. I hope that I already have had every flood I can have.
The steam heat panic attacks began when I was 25 and moved to East 63rd Street only I had no idea what a panic attack was then. I didn’t get them when I moved to Riverdale and could control my heat. My wing has to be overheated so that the people who face Riverside Park can get some heat.
This move’s symbolic of taking back control of my life
I am crazed and feel boring. Mostly I’m crazed, and hope that putting in much work and time will give the apartment great karma. I’m in obsessive edit mode and about to turn off my computer.