Uber Complex

What once seemed so easy can be such a trial here.  It's way hot here right now and AC is not the norm. So, to cope with the heat of the fifth floor attic, I resolved immediately upon arrival to get a fan. I thought this might help blot out the disconcerting morning noises of the birds to boot.  Every day at 5:00 A.M, they make the sound Nick makes when he sees Zachy and march all over the tin roof.  It's kind of charming but noisy.  

After waiting patiently for a week, Jeremy agreed that this was a necessity and that he'd take me to IKEA. Woohoo. But after asking, "Do you have a machine that blows cold wind?" (fan wasn't one of our beginner vocabulary words) IKEA guy said nein. Sad.  

As Jeremy has a job, I can't count on his driving me about regularly so I resolved to find a fan within walking distance and just carry it home.  I swear I walked for a couple miles before finding a cold wind blowing machine.  It seemed like a big win at first but then I had to fight my way onto the subway with this mongo box.  Yeah, after two miles I accumulated some other cumbersome goods too: bread, gummi bears, a cute vase, an egg timer in the shape of a French chef.  There isn't one on our quasi-microwave and oven combination machine, and I can't remember when ten minutes have passed.  So I find myself overladen in the busiest station and can't find the U4. Good governor. It seemed like a long three blocks from the station once I fought my way through.

And then, five flights of stairs later, the crazy fan was unassembled.  I didn't know fans came that way. My first attempt left it a bit wheezy like a Aunt Bernie's dog Shasta who drooled all the time so I had to give assembly another go with a little more zeal.  And now it's awesome. But seriously. That's a good three hours of just fan getting. And then the extra time for complaining.