The view from the windowThe series of tubes known as the internet are now up and running here in our newest neck of the woods! Although it took over 10 business days for the pay-for-service to be provided, we awaited patiently for the return to normalcy. Having to resort to outmoded means of interactions like reading, sleeping and holding up our end of the conversation, we managed to hang in there. But, boy was it tough!
Not as tough, however, as our new neighborhood! We hadn't even officially moved to the neighborhood formerly known as Dogtown–which, by the way, is adjacent to Lower Bottoms–when my catalytic converter was stolen right out from under me. In broad daylight. Yes, ladies and gentleman, my dented, over ten-year old Toyota Tacoma with it's bumper and plates falling off was apparently ripe for the picking. The mechanic didn't even blink when I drove the half mile to him and he calmly showed me right where it had been sawed off. But then again, I guess he could hear me coming.
All things being said or all equal being things, the new place is great. And when I say great, what I really mean is big! Big enough where we all, dog included, have our own special place in the house in which to hang out, kick off our shoes, and make a lot of noise (or whatever it is we do in our private time). Big enough where my boyfriend can bring home a discarded Best Buy shopping cart and use it as a laundry-basket-on-wheels without my eyes ever having to gaze upon its ugly horridness! Big enough where we never hear what each other have to say no matter how loud we shout and how many times we say what? Big enough, well, big enough where we probably will never have to go outside again.
