Flo & Her Machine.

I'm making all sorts of friends in my new apartment building.

This unique spot is an old mansion built in 1920's, broke into six different units. Having the mantra: You can't appreciate the sweet without the sour,  I was fully aware of the "perks" of living in a building from the Flapper era. When I signed my lease, landlord Dave advised me on purchasing some space heaters and flashlights. Moving in without those two purchases I quickly discovered the importance of both. Space heaters so I don't get hypothermia and flashlights to see my way through the dark, as I fumble around the scary basement in search of a circuit breaker.  I bought both the next day.

My third morning in my fabulous new apartment as I'm doing my hair for work, and all of the electricity cuts out, Dave's voice instantly runs through my head: "This building is old, so make sure not to run two major appliances at the same time" and then he proceeded with this example "Like a blowdryer and a space heater" Thinking landlord Dave must be some sort of for-shadowing wizard, I ran down to the basement on my way out the door, and switched back on the power for my unit.

I was surprised when I came home that night to a cold dark apartment.  Maybe I forgot to pass the message along to Meadow?  I know how she blow dries her hair while standing in-front of a running microwave...

Making my way down to the basement I was greeted by landlord Dave, he was down there as well, flipping all sorts of switches and dropping crazy amounts of F bombs.  I asked him if everything was okay, and it turned out someone (me) or something, again (me) turned out the power for the entire building that particular day. Being an honest person, and a horrible poker player, I showed land man Dave the switch I hit that morning.

 Yesterday was the perfect afternoon to unload the rest of my belongings from my car into my new apartment. Driving around for three weeks with half of my life in my car, is just the way I roll.  My place is slowly coming together. Owner of the land, Dave, saw I was doing laundry yesterday and stacked the washer up with quarters for me. That nice gesture led me to believe that I wasn't the first Flapper in the building to make that rookie mistake.