Immobile

After Saturday’s 11.5 miler, I found myself with a dilemma. I’ve always loved air shows, so I knew the Air and Water Show in Chicago would be right up my alley. However, to get to the Air and Water Show would have required things like “moving,” and, even worse, “walking,” neither of which my legs had any desire to do.  Since getting myself to a decent viewing location would have required walking at least a mile, I resigned myself to the fact that the only parts of the Air Show I would catch would be the occasional plane flyover while running (by which I really mean limping) my absolutely necessary Saturday errands and would be stuck at home trying to let my legs recover for the rest of the day.

When I got home from said errands, I was sitting in my room writing an e-mail to my mom when a plane flew RIGHT by my window. I proceeded to 1) flip out and 2) run (yes, really!) to my living room to watch the airplane fly by from a different angle. Though it wasn’t much, I was excited to see this and decided it’d be a somewhat acceptable substitute to actually going to the show.

I returned to my room to continue writing my e-mail, and about 15 minutes later I heard a HUGE rumbling.

The Blue Angels!

While the Blue Angels didn’t exactly perform in front of my apartment (and a very unfortunately placed high rise cut off my view towards the main performance area), a lot of their show took them past and over (!) my building. I sat on my couch, legitimately squealing like a five-year-old every time the planes went by. It seriously made my day.

After I watched the Blue Angels fly away, I got ready to tackle Major Project #1 of Saturday: curtain hanging.

For some reason, my apartment lacks living room blinds. Desperate for a little shade and privacy, I took the initiative to buy all the necessary items for hanging curtains. However, I lacked one critical tool: a power drill.

See that lovely little contraption? That’s a hand drill, courtesy of my dad. He lent it to me last weekend when I told him of my lack-of-drill woes. Apparently this was all the rage before electricity was a thing. This hand drill and the bits (located in the box next to the drill) belonged to my great-great grandfather. I don’t know much of the history behind this little tool, but I’d estimate that my great-great grandfather was probably born somewhere in the 1860-1880 neighborhood, which means this drill was probably made somewhere in the 1880-1900 neighborhood. While it did a fantastic job of drilling holes in the plaster above the window, it could not stand up to the concrete behind the plaster.  So now I have all sorts of curtain hanging material, but no way to actually hang said curtains because I don’t have a drill. This probably means that I’ll be harassing the management to get me blinds in the near future, since every other apartment in the building has blinds. And goodness knows there’s nothing I enjoy more than dealing with my management! /sarcasm

My apartment was also in desperate need of a thorough cleaning, so after my failed curtain hanging, I tackled Major Project #2: apartment purging. I have a roommate moving out and a new roommate moving in this coming Saturday, and I thought it would be best for everyone to not have our place look like a pigsty. The kitchen was my main focus, with cabinets going from this:

To this:

I found boxed meals in that cabinet that expired in 2006. Expired! Nonperishables usually have a pretty decent outdate, so I don’t even want to think about how long some of those things had been in there. Gross.

After all that madness, the rest of my Saturday featured the main reason I had absolutely necessary errands on Saturday:

!!

Bought the three disc deluxe edition because duh. Such a thing exists. I haven’t had time to work my way through the bonus features yet, but ugh. I’m in love. Grade A Hunger Games fanatic right here.

Have you ever been to an air show?
What was the best part about your weekend?

P.S. I just got an e-mail from my college about homecoming, and apparently they’re honoring my class this year. As you may recall, I just graduated in May. They’re honoring us for our zero year reunion bahahahahaha. I think this means they just miss us already 🙂

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