You know how people get older, couple-up and seem to disappear except for the occasional dinner party? Well I know where they all went. You see, it happened to me.
I've missed at least 3 really great rock shows and one good party because of my house. All my free time is spent working on it, or resting up to work on it. Even here at my day job, I'm expending more thought about paint options than anything that actually fills my paycheck. There is a lot to do, and the sooner we get it done, the sooner it'll be over. Or so I think. If we somehow get through my already-epic List of Stuff to Fix, mightn't there be yet another laundry list hiding behind it? Probably, but by then the novelty of home-ownership will have worn off and I'll be less obsessive.
Things are slowly taking shape, clutter is getting managed, decisions are being finalized. We're getting a washing machine on Saturday. I picked the Consumer Reports Best Buy model, but really, what do I know from washers? Just get the clothes sudsy and then rinse. I'll take it from there. Going to laundromats was never that horrible for me, but I sure won't miss it. We're getting a dryer too, but I need to have somebody come out and run a gas line to make it work.
The neighborhood may not win any beauty prizes, but it's right up my alley . The supermarket actually stocks some of the fake meat stuff on which the lazy vegetarian thrives, plus it turns out that Key Food markets its own brand of V8. It's close enough and it's really cheap. There's also a small market right on our corner that has good exotic stuff (well, exotic to me anyway). I'll have to get used to not having a liquor store on the corner, but I'm coping. I'm sure there are probably some other liquor stores in the immediate area. The neighbors have either been friendly or indifferent; who could ask for anything more? Somehow nobody has managed to get over to the Dunkin Donuts across the street but I'm sure we'll rectify that shortly.
The cats seem to like the house, the birds seem happy, though they are resisting my efforts to teach them the riff to a SCTV's "Great White North." We thought we could rename Freddie the cat "Betty" since it sounds kind of similar but now Buzz thinks she should be called Mildred. She doesn't respond to anything except Friskies, so it's sort of moot anyway.
