"Locked in the basement..."

"Oh, no! We are locked in the basement!"

No one is locked in the basement.
Well, not anymore.

Yesterday before I left the house, I locked the door that goes to the basement (where the shared laundry is), forgetting that Marz was down there. Luckily the neighbor was home, and he let her out, otherwise she'd have missed a job interview on Zoom.

It was a weirdly lucky event, too, because it gave me an idea for the next Girlette True-Life Adventure Story to lino-print. I'd been wanting a reason why Little Brother (the yellow-headed bear) should be rolled through a typewriter carriage.
And--there it is:
The girlettes want to flatten him so he can squeeze under the basement door. There really is a gap along the door bottom, like in the drawing. (I did my research. Because documentary.)

In fifteen minutes, Volunteer Abby is coming to help me put up curtain rods--something I've meant to do since I moved in here two years ago. I was telling her what a non-starter I am with an electric drill, and she said, "I'll do it for you--it'll take ten minutes." She's the sort of person who has restored her own little house mostly by herself.
She's also super tidy, so I cleaned the apartment well for the first time since Marz came to stay two months ago. Didn't seem any point until she left--two people sharing this one-bedroom...

My art workspace is this pile-up in the living room, below (my bed is in the other corner; I gave Marz the bedroom). Right now I'm sitting typing in the gray chair looking out the window:

Marz is waiting to hear--hopefully today--if she has a job and an apartment... Classes start on Monday!
She was going to live in campus housing, thinking she'd get a private room in a shared apartment.
Not only were those all assigned early (and she applied late) so she'd have to share a bedroom (which she really didn't want), but she only last week got a roommate assigned, and that woman had replied "No" to the question on the intake form, "Are you willing to share a bedroom with someone who is LGBTQA?"

No? Like, not even with an A-for-Ally?
Yet, the form didn't ask, "Are you LGBTQA"? Maybe they can't, by law? 

There’s an option to live on a “gender-diverse inclusive” floor, so maybe the U assumes everybody who is not 100% straight takes that option? But even if I were 100% anything, I wouldn’t want to live in a ghetto of only-like-me. Would they offer an all-one-race option? Would they ask, "Are you willing to share a bedroom with someone of another race or culture?"

All very odd!