gas not actually expensive

Somehow I got the idea of searching for inflation-adjusted historical gasoline prices, and I found this.

co-op

It's 1am and it's raining in New York. Here, it's pleasant.

I'm sitting on my co-op couch with my feet up, listening to the roar of the rain (and feeling the breeze through the open windows) and the low-volume tunes put on by Ross. I'm drinking maté.

It's like our co-op has finally become a co-op, like something just clicked. We ate dinner at a big square table made of two tables pushed together.

Jon and Becky made an apple-rhubarb pie. Several, actually. Tori came over with her "baby," (the name "Sandy" was suggested) a floor-polisher turned floor-sander, retrofitted with a vacuum attachment, and we set to work sanding down the old wooden floor in one of our rooms. And what beautiful hardwood floor emerged from beneath the stains and the paint! Other co-opers spent hours on our project to stew and freeze a gazillion tomatoes. Ryan and I took a trip up to Hunt's Hardware and set up Kastan's signs.

Still waiting for a few people to move in.