Things I like about the New House

- No elephants trampling about upstairs and moving cinderblocks and 50 gallon barrels at 7:00 a.m.
- My next door neighbors are also Burners. Only 117 more days ’till the Man burns!
- The landlord owns a very cool Gay bar and there’s a chance for a piano gig at the end of the proverbial rainbow. Miss R started out her professional career playing piano in the Long Beach Gay bars. It would be a nice full circle kind of touch doncha think?
- There’s a patio that DOESN’T resemble Little Tijuana in the slightest. I even have a patch of dirt (I shall command it to be grass soon) of my very own.
- The neighbor’s cat gives Lizzie Borden something to obsess on during her lazy days perched in the window.
- There’s room for a grand piano in this place!
- The windows are strategically placed for maximum sunshine in the mornings. It does a morose and misanthropic soul good with a cup of fresh coffee.
- I can play Ziggy Stardust at Maximum Volume as per directed on the album cover. There’s also room to dance around in a scantily clad manner given my mood.
- No one takes my parking space. It’s mine all mine I tell you!
- My 1930’s and 40’s antique pieces go perfectly in this old cottage. Much funkiness is to be had despite the lack of closet space and noticeable lack of electrical outlets.
Things I Miss About the Old Place
- I knew where everything was
- ummmmmmmm okay that’s it.
~Miss R
Currently Listening to:
Jimmy Eat World
Clarity
May 5, 2008 at 3:11 pm
Yay! It sounds divine! (especially the scantily clad part)
May 5, 2008 at 5:21 pm
Regarding #9 (the parking space) & the previous post (death of the Audi) — the parking space isn’t also the “patio,” is it?
May 5, 2008 at 5:28 pm
yark! okay you got me. as soon as the audi runs right again (hey it could happen) it will have a special parking space out back.
not on the patio.
you should come by for a BBQ once my piano arrives. now that there’s a living room and some space outdoors i’m thinking of a housewarming/music party.
i’ll let ‘ya use the parking space and everything
May 5, 2008 at 5:28 pm
Janie,
it IS divine. actually despite the scantily clad dancing.
May 6, 2008 at 5:08 pm
Great! I can rest my weary ass on the asphalt!
May 7, 2008 at 7:35 am
You know there is modern transportation these days. I love rickshaws!
May 7, 2008 at 7:41 am
Once you’ve made it there is an actual spare bedroom.
Well it’s the basement actually.
There IS a bed, dresser, computer and wardrobe down there.
Yes, they’re functional during the school year when I live alone.
No, they’re dysfunctional if my daughter is home.
May 8, 2008 at 12:12 pm
You are in. Yay! Yay! Yay!
May 8, 2008 at 12:49 pm
and what do we always say after these excruciating experiences…
I’ll never move again!
May 8, 2008 at 4:16 pm
Jeez, Rachael, do not taunt the gods.
May 8, 2008 at 5:06 pm
Me? Taunt the gods?
Yea verily they completely fuck with me.
It’s an agreement we’ve come to over the years.
So far everything pretty much evens out.
May 8, 2008 at 5:59 pm
I don’t want to sound ungrateful darlin’, but I can’t sleep in any basement that isn’t furnished with posters of Bilbo Baggins and Heather Locklear. It’s a comfort thing.
May 9, 2008 at 7:30 am
Oh dear god! You spent too many years in your parent’s basement.
I get it now. This must be terribly upsetting, what with the lack of Heather Locklear wall adornments to be found these days.
Well, there’s always the sofa and a copy of a Tolkein book to be had. Maybe it would help bring back the memories.
May 9, 2008 at 4:04 pm
Perhaps a Golem action figure will appease him.
May 9, 2008 at 5:04 pm
There’s always the home-made variety muahahaha!
We could have a Do It Yourself Golem Party! Way better than some dumbass candle party. Oh sure the danger factor raises in direct proportion but why not live on the edge.
May 11, 2008 at 5:43 pm
The Golem party idea is intriguing. Especially the part where the guru comes in to explain how to make “form without form.”
Anyway, happy Mother’s Day!
May 11, 2008 at 5:56 pm
Oh god you just cracked me up!
A thanks for the Happy Mother’s Day my dear -smile-