the wet church and the loud fridge

yeah, so my first week in my new place: nothing if not adventurous.
somebody remarked, laughing, that this is the first place that i've had alone. and you know what, it's true. in my parents' apartment, everything came for free and at once. i am one of those spoiled people who never had to look for rents in her country, who never had to buy a curtain (ok, it's mostly because i hate curtains in general and would do without them if i could. but, you get the idea.)
which is mostly why i wanted to live alone here, now. so, here comes the fun.
with very few pictures so far, because there's not so much to be pictured really.

this is the most important thing in a home: the view from the window. friends, i've got it! there are so many things i love about this view! 1. there is a window! (this is, technically, the window to my living-room area, but since the "bedroom" is barely separated from the "living-room", it's the only room-window. ) 2. there is a row of very montreally houses, quite cute. and 3. there's the church! i'm not saying that a view to a church is such a rare thing in this city, but still: beautiful.

at night, the stained glass in the big church window lights up in the shape of a cross in red and yellow. which is awesome. but one complaint i have about this church: it gets wet in the rain!
it's not something i thought i would begrudge any building, ever. but i've been noticing it every day this past week, and man, has it been raining! this church is made of some whitish stone, so in the rain it gets...darkened. it looks so much colder and more austere and completely drowny than on a sunny day, it's unbelievable. it just makes me feel cold and shivery.
i mean, i am curious how this thing develops throughout the seasons. will it grow icicles in winter and blossoms in spring? we'll see.

for comparison, here's the dry church, from the street corner, overlapped with another stony building.
(of course the bells ring every hour, why would you ask that?)

other complaints: so, i did buy a small curtain. it's the first curtain i've ever bought! it's made of some golden-y brocade, and when it covers the window i kind of like it. what i do not like: my window sill is much too chipped and non-fancy-looking for such a curtain. something more plushy and simple would have been better, for when i have to draw it back. well it's not like it's such a big deal, just saying: i have to consider my curtain buyings more carefully from now on.

random photo taken on my street, in the rain.

yeah, and 20 meters earlier, to give a more accurate impression of the "character" of the street. or something. i think a sequence of 50 of these would do the trick. there's time. 

also: can i complain about people moving out and not cleaning the place they're moving out of? please! i am filthy, but i wouldn't leave it to someone else to SEE, nevermind have to move in my filth THAT I MADE! (which is usually why i don't have people over).
i know i worked as a cleaner in a previous lifetime, but this doesn't mean i enjoy cleaning other people's crap. though ok, it makes me feel that i'm not the absolute bottom of the human race w/r/t cleanliness, so i guess that's worth some scrubbing? i dunno.
i will just say this: cat. hair. every-freaking-where.
i know it's not the cat's fault, sorry, cats. i've lived in clean places with cats before.

anywaaaay: this is a general view of like 30% of my kitchen (i have a really big kitchen!) before the advent of the fridge and stove:

things i have: coffee-maker (thank you E!!), 4 pots, 2 pans, toaster, 3 plastic bowls, 3 big plates, 3 small plates, 1 bowl, assortment of cutleries, 2 mugs, 2 glasses. countless leftover jars. i think i'm doing fine.
things i don't have: matches, can opener, ladle, garbage bin, tinfoil, mop. goodness, the list of things i don't have could be stretched for miles. 

so i bought a fridge+stove. because it was such a cheap deal, made at a second-hand shop, they threw in delivery too. perfect, no? (ha-ha.) they arrived today, wonderful, all set, finally i'm all moved into my new place, yay.
well, the good news is that both fridge and stove seem to be working, based on my experiments of today (=making coffee and checking whether my butter melted.) the not so good news is the loudness of my fridge.
this fridge, in all truthfulness, is almost a teenager. i kind of expect it to die with me, of old age. i've started (one hour after delivery, actually) making plans about how much i've got to save to buy a new fridge next spring. supposing it lasts that long.
i mean, hah. i don't know if it's that bad. there's just a continuous humming like a small plane taking off or smth. you know, nothing i haven't heard before. i'm sure i can live with it.
then i remember my apartment has no doors, except at the entrance and the bathroom.
well, the hallway's pretty long: if i sit at the window, i can't hear the fridge from here.
i just see the wet church.