Thursday
November 19, 2009 / 10:08 p.m.
I gave myself a fat lip pulling out clothes down in the laundry room of the complex. I was squatting down and pulling them out to throw into my canvas sack repeatedly, got caught up in the repetition, and wham... a nice little very neat red line from the fingernail, too... like someone put paint on the edge of a credit card and just touched it vertically to my lip, although half that thin.
I went to work at John's today, and took ample break time throughout the four hours I was there. And had a glass of wine, and a beer. He's in Paris.
When I went down to the basement, he had removed a beat up rug (that was rolled and against a wall) and some bags that were along the wall I had flooded water into last week when I was trying to slowly dump out a 55 gallon barrel into the drain and it slipped and all 55 gallons at the same time swept through and touched every corner.
I don't know if he was pissed off after I took off and left that there for him to deal with the remnants of the spill...
Well, regardless, I'm sure he forgot about it after being in Paris.
Went from work to meet a guy by the Haven, on 35th Place, who owned a house and was renting a room. It was a total mess. Cars parked in the driveway, four deep. A skewered set of tables in the living room, akimbo, having just hosted a party 'for fourteen' in the last few days. Furniture taking up absolutely everywhere, with no room for storage.
And my room and the other new roommate's would add up to $850 on a house that couldn't have a mortgage of more than $1100-1200...
No, I'm not gonna subsidize your home-ownership... thanks for playing.
The other house I saw today was so much better. right in the middle of Belmont, just up from Stumptown/Paradox/Zupan's.
I really liked the girl who was the primary tenant. She came off as very peaceful and centered.. There was a drape up splitting the living room, and a couple was crashing in the far end of it currently. There dog was there, but they were not... and he roamed around and walked circles around me while holding a rope toy in his mouth and intermittently sticking his nose in my butt to sniff it as I stood there and talked to N.
I guess I'd have to wait for the 10th of next month to move into the upstairs room, as opposed to the downstairs room which is open on the 1st.
There's no dryer, although there's a single line of string going across the width of the huge backyard. Although I'm not sure how decent that would be during a snowstorm, or even a cold December.
But that really is okay.
As much as I'd like to finally get back to sanity in my own space as soon as possible, after this whole long string of years-long insanity through living situations, I don't think 10 days will make a whole hell of a lot of difference.
Man, regardless, I'm about to lose my mind in this undisclosed location. Point number infinity on my dysfunctional, self- made tour of instability.
Gotta get up early to work eight hours tomorrow, and then I can take a deep breath for the weekend and write....