March 19, 2007
always around the house
I woke up this morning with an intense desire to stay asleep. A variety of unfriendly electronic objects were beeping at me and my husband. My husband is not a fancy man. He is from the midwest and his meals are usually served between two slices of bread. However, he is not one to low-ball on the electronics, hence, there is plenty of computertronics to rouse us from our natural slumber. We turned them off and continued our slumber. Then, the door man came to finish what he started. I had to get up.
I enjoy a good soapy rubdown in the shower as much as anyone, but today I didn't stop to inhale deeply the almond scent of my hippie soap. For years I have washed my large, cumbersome and ill-built body with soaps made by San Diego area famous hippie cult guy Dr. Bronner. Dr. Bronner discusses G-d outside of the American Judeo-Christian canon and therefore he is a quack. I buy his soap because it is harmless and gentle and even entertaining.
Hinky Corer departed our home after nine marathon days of hard living here in the ATX. My office/guest room is littered with the detritus of his travels through FXFO. He tried to leave me a very unpleasant voodoo doll that he got in his festival bag and I wordlessly returned it. He also left me a few notepads and a matchbook. Either that or he forgot them here. I am not sure. What I am sure of is that next year, Hinky will rent a large American sedan with a comfy backseat that I can call the Couchmobile. He has for three years running now. I will set my watch by it.
I have not mentioned our new home upgrades yet.
1) THE REFRIGERATOR. We acquired a Kenmore side-by-side refrigerator with water and ice in the door. Since I was a tot I have dreamed of the day that I would not have to open the refrig door to fill a cup with ice and water, that two convenient pedals would be available to me from their little illuminated bay ready to provide me with a cold, refreshing beverage at the slightest touch. A girl can dream and a girl can go to Sears and buy the damn thing.
2) FRONT DOOR! After two years of squabbling, Bob and I finally agreed on a front door to replace the cracked, rotting one. And friends: it is a beaut. It has eight beveled glass windows and a little shelf. I think it is called a "country door." It is so gorgeous that it makes the rest of the house look like shit by comparison. It's like the first girl in school who got tits.
I guess that's it. I've been sitting by the phone anxious to hear if my mom got that house or not. It's like she's having a baby or something. She is giving birth to new life, is she not????
That is the house. She must have this house!