Snowbird, Freebird - 1/3/13

I've been here for 2 full days now and I've discovered some things of interest.  The owners of this condo have some odd quirks.  For example, there is no kitchen garbage can.  There's a tiny wicker basket, but it has no liner and a can of soup and an apple core would fill it up.  Did these people not produce any garbage?  Is that possible?  How could they live like that? 

There are no drinking glasses, you know, for like water or juice or soda.  There are mugs and fancy wine glasses, but no regular glasses.  No beverages and no garbage.  Huh.
There are, however, decorative items on every flat surface.  Figurines, vases, bowls, candles, an African warrior with a sword.  Come to think of it, if I had a water glass there's no place I could put it.

I've learned it feels weird to live in a stranger's home.  They left stuff in the fridge.  I don't want to drink the Stoli or the one Bud Light.  I also don't want to throw it out.  So it cohabitates along with my broccoli, my eggs and my butter.  Why didn't they leave butter?  There are many, many, many rolls of toilet paper.  I brought my own, is that stupid?  Am I supposed to use theirs?  What is the etiquette around this?  So much to learn.  I'll google it.
I want to be a good renter.  It took me right back to 4th grade when I was Miss Levy's favorite student and she told my mother how bright and sweet I was. That's when my good girl personna really blossomed.   It's important that people like me -even strangers who I'll never meet.  Tell me doctor, is that wrong?

Siri and I are going to explore the beach today.  Maybe pick up a garbage can and some drinking glasses.