Sunday evening, thunderstorm outside, three guitarists inside, and plenty of parenthesis
Went over to The House today.
I'm calling it The House because it doesn't really belong to anybody. Yet. It's technically Grandma's, but the loan has been given the "go 'head with your bad self", so it'll be mine soon, if all goes well. *pauses to absorb the reality of that fact*
The family members that were there seemed to support this. Baby Uncle (the "surprise" of every Catholic family) saw it as a sign to quit cleaning up stuff. (It ain't mine yet, Ernie!) All three aunts (even Shut Up Aunt) supported it and hoped the whole deal came through. Younger Aunt even gave me advice on how to take care of the roses and mums (prune the mums until the Fourth of July, cut back the roses every end of autumn) and remembered the scene in "It's a Wonderful Life" where bread, salt, and wine were given. She says she'll get me some bread when I move in. There's a reason I identify so well with Younger Aunt...
It's quickly becoming a reality. I'm trying to figure out what is going to go where, how to decorate things, and how to fend off the urge (mainly with Mickie and Andy) to go out and buy more stuff so the place doesn't seem empty. (Seriously, it's not a big house, but it's easily twice the size of this place. And lots of storage. Happy Harry Husband of Jill, the storage... I could hide a family of three in the bathroom alone!) I'm thinking the first room to receive a fresh coat of paint is the kitchen/informal dining room (which is a couple of shades lighter than Baby Boy Blue), and there's nothing wrong with the current carpet that Mom's carpet cleaner and some creative furniture arranging can't cure.
Home ownership. Yikes. Even the concept is staggering.
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Andy has a new group of friends over. This particular batch are musicians. (And one girlfriend.)
Which means:
- I can leave my bedroom door open and actually enjoy the fruits of their labor.
- They brought booze. ("Moonshine", in fact, which he promptly made into some sort of Purple Drink.) And are generous with it. I've had a smallish glass, and my backspace button is going "ack!"
Okay, I'll allow this. I moved into the bedroom simply to give them more room, not to get away from Unwashed Masses. (Seriously, one of the D&D folk must shower once a fortnight whether he thinks he needs to or not. Thank Harry for Febreze!)
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The rain outside is tempting me to call it an early (really early) night. Nah. Even without the musicians in the front room, my brain is just now starting to think about winding down...
I'm calling it The House because it doesn't really belong to anybody. Yet. It's technically Grandma's, but the loan has been given the "go 'head with your bad self", so it'll be mine soon, if all goes well. *pauses to absorb the reality of that fact*
The family members that were there seemed to support this. Baby Uncle (the "surprise" of every Catholic family) saw it as a sign to quit cleaning up stuff. (It ain't mine yet, Ernie!) All three aunts (even Shut Up Aunt) supported it and hoped the whole deal came through. Younger Aunt even gave me advice on how to take care of the roses and mums (prune the mums until the Fourth of July, cut back the roses every end of autumn) and remembered the scene in "It's a Wonderful Life" where bread, salt, and wine were given. She says she'll get me some bread when I move in. There's a reason I identify so well with Younger Aunt...
It's quickly becoming a reality. I'm trying to figure out what is going to go where, how to decorate things, and how to fend off the urge (mainly with Mickie and Andy) to go out and buy more stuff so the place doesn't seem empty. (Seriously, it's not a big house, but it's easily twice the size of this place. And lots of storage. Happy Harry Husband of Jill, the storage... I could hide a family of three in the bathroom alone!) I'm thinking the first room to receive a fresh coat of paint is the kitchen/informal dining room (which is a couple of shades lighter than Baby Boy Blue), and there's nothing wrong with the current carpet that Mom's carpet cleaner and some creative furniture arranging can't cure.
Home ownership. Yikes. Even the concept is staggering.
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Andy has a new group of friends over. This particular batch are musicians. (And one girlfriend.)
Which means:
- I can leave my bedroom door open and actually enjoy the fruits of their labor.
- They brought booze. ("Moonshine", in fact, which he promptly made into some sort of Purple Drink.) And are generous with it. I've had a smallish glass, and my backspace button is going "ack!"
Okay, I'll allow this. I moved into the bedroom simply to give them more room, not to get away from Unwashed Masses. (Seriously, one of the D&D folk must shower once a fortnight whether he thinks he needs to or not. Thank Harry for Febreze!)
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The rain outside is tempting me to call it an early (really early) night. Nah. Even without the musicians in the front room, my brain is just now starting to think about winding down...