10.714

That is the amount of time, expressed as a percent of the week's total, naturally, that I get to spend at my apartment. It’s a decent place. It came complete with a washer and dryer, cathedral ceiling and a pond view. It also has a large glass wall by which to enjoy the pond view. There are ducks and geese and storks and things that frequent my pond. I got busted trying to “talk” to one of the more adventurous ducks last night. I guess the site of a full grown, bearded, twenty-something Adonis quacking at random water foul from the balcony of his third floor apartment is not the norm in Novi. (shrug)

Weird happenings already this Monday morning. I’ve been floating around town, running some errands (Camera shop, Ski Shop etc.) It was at the ski shop (I’m in the market for a Swedish Rack for my Swedish car.) when a young girl, I’m guessing 3 maybe 4 years old, ran up to me and hugged my leg. I looked down to see this adorable, anime-eyed, blond girl look up at me and ask “Are you my dad?”. “Nope, sorry sweetie.” Was my reply all the while thinking there has to be something afoot here, right? This never happens to me. Kids think I’m great. Probably because for the most part I’m a six foot four inch version of them, and somehow they know this instinctively, but I’ve never had one run up and hug my leg, at least not one that was of no relation to me. Besides which, if I am lucky enough to have a child someday (please oh please) I would certainly never let them wander as far away from me as this girl was from her mother. “Oh.” She said, and then “Is your face soft?" If this is what Nic meant by “a beard makes you approachable", I’ll be getting rid of it posthaste. Mine is not really the sort of beard that will ever make me look stately or distinguished. Mine is the sort of beard that if left to it's own devices would be likely to house birds; perhaps the occasional squirrel. I love kids, but the owner of this one didn’t like me talking to hers and told me so. I don’t need parents thinking I’m trying to run off with their much too cute kids. I have enough problems.

Speaking of my Swedish car, here are some pictures of it:

Obviously it will look different once the windows get tinted and the rack is added. There will be room for 2 bikes or several snowboards should anyone decide that they would like to do outdoorsy things with me. It also functions well to get to coffee shops and retail outlets. It has a cavernous boot, so fitting groceries and luggage is a snap. Oh, and since it is a wagon, you can fold the seats down to expose the trunk and in the process create a make-out arena. Mint. Those clever Swedes think of everything!

Have to run. I’ll post again soon.

Music: "Crooked Teeth" --- Death Cab