My mom seems oddly cheerful for a woman whose brand-new home isn't two miles from a raging, towering inferno, taking out the Bing Crosby Motherdiddlin' Golf Course on its way to Del Mar Heights. There are a shitload of golf courses staving off the flames, and thank GOD Mom chose to buy amid all those moneyed sportsmen, with acres of well-hydrated turf and sandlots ahoy. Mom and Bro actually spent some Q.T. in their house today. WTF?
I HATE FIRE! I always have! I hate it more than I hate Genocide-denying Turks, so that's some big hate.
She and her neighbors are confident that they are to be spared, and I hope they're right. Not only do I not want her to lose that house because A) that would totally suck, B) my dad's Quebecois maritime antiques are in that house and I would feel like an asshole for not donating them to a maritime museum when I had the chance but mostly C) I would spend the next 10+ years dealing with a KRAZY MOTHER WHO IS HOMELESS. Homeless but can front for a four-star hotel. She wouldn't be homeless for long. But still. Not two days before the shitstorm began, IKEA delivered her new EKTORP love seat and she was all excited about it. She just finished getting her new house up to code and for it to be mowed down by my mortal enemy, FIRE, the whole fam would be devastated.
I'd be more upset about the maritime antiques than the EKTORP. EKTORPS are like rats, yo: everywhere.
In Armo news, I enjoyed a kufta for my lunch today. I was very excited about that. It was a tasty kufta, though not called that and not made by Armenians.
Posted by Zerd at October 23, 2007 08:08 PM