The Moon is a Great Place to Live!
We decided that looking for an apartment was going to be the best strategy, and if we didn't find one before the wedding, well, we didn't find one and we'll look when we get back as per the original plan.
Work is not nearly as busy as yesterday was, so I spent the morning going through the paper. It's amazing how easy it is to narrow places down when you have pets.
What we're looking for is a quiet place closer to Pat's work (as my school is centrally located), cheaper than our last apartment, with some or all of the utilities included, a place with a washer and drier or hookups, and will take our two cats and will allow us to get a puppy.
Might as well ask for the moon.
Solution? Turn to the Mooninites!
Ok, so I called around, and leave a bunch of messages with harried sounding people. Then, I get this lady on the phone, who's this 60-something black woman who was just a talker! Man! I was trying to tell her that I had pets, and she interrupted me with "honey! what you do with your time is your business, as long as you're clean and keep the poopies picked up, I don't care WHAT you do!" She was hilarious! Taked my ear off for over a half an hour about her charity work and all the great people she's met and how one of her sons (sugar, I've got 12 kids! 12! I know how things can get, believe me!) lives in London and how I used to live in England and on and on. And the best part is she kept interspersing her slow mideastern almost southern accent with "HA! I'M A NUT! Don't mind me, I'll talk your ear off! Oh... but I'm really a good person, really!" This woman practically walked off a feel-good movie set, one of those "colorful people" that you read about in novels. Man, I had a blast. Sadly, the apartment doesn't have a bathtub, just a shower, but I'm thinking I might go take a look anyway. I swear, this woman is like guerrilla tactics to weed out undesirable people. She was great, but you'd have to be a certain kind of person to have her as your landlord!
The other guy I got on the phone was just as colorful! It was like talking to a droopy bloodhound! Slow low round vowels, gentlemanly and grandfatherly, and utterly competent sounding. I was on the phone with him for over twenty minutes as well. And zomg, on paper the place meets all my criteria, including the fact that the latitute and longitude is EXACTLY in the center of the area I had said I wanted to live in. We'd be paying about 300-500 less a month for this apartment than our last, it includes all utilities except electricity, pets are a-ok with a signed agreement, AAAAND it includes washer and dryer hookups! I'm so jazzed. I'm going to check it out first thing in the morning after I drop Patrick off at work.
Wish me luck!
Work is not nearly as busy as yesterday was, so I spent the morning going through the paper. It's amazing how easy it is to narrow places down when you have pets.
What we're looking for is a quiet place closer to Pat's work (as my school is centrally located), cheaper than our last apartment, with some or all of the utilities included, a place with a washer and drier or hookups, and will take our two cats and will allow us to get a puppy.
Might as well ask for the moon.
Solution? Turn to the Mooninites!
Ok, so I called around, and leave a bunch of messages with harried sounding people. Then, I get this lady on the phone, who's this 60-something black woman who was just a talker! Man! I was trying to tell her that I had pets, and she interrupted me with "honey! what you do with your time is your business, as long as you're clean and keep the poopies picked up, I don't care WHAT you do!" She was hilarious! Taked my ear off for over a half an hour about her charity work and all the great people she's met and how one of her sons (sugar, I've got 12 kids! 12! I know how things can get, believe me!) lives in London and how I used to live in England and on and on. And the best part is she kept interspersing her slow mideastern almost southern accent with "HA! I'M A NUT! Don't mind me, I'll talk your ear off! Oh... but I'm really a good person, really!" This woman practically walked off a feel-good movie set, one of those "colorful people" that you read about in novels. Man, I had a blast. Sadly, the apartment doesn't have a bathtub, just a shower, but I'm thinking I might go take a look anyway. I swear, this woman is like guerrilla tactics to weed out undesirable people. She was great, but you'd have to be a certain kind of person to have her as your landlord!
The other guy I got on the phone was just as colorful! It was like talking to a droopy bloodhound! Slow low round vowels, gentlemanly and grandfatherly, and utterly competent sounding. I was on the phone with him for over twenty minutes as well. And zomg, on paper the place meets all my criteria, including the fact that the latitute and longitude is EXACTLY in the center of the area I had said I wanted to live in. We'd be paying about 300-500 less a month for this apartment than our last, it includes all utilities except electricity, pets are a-ok with a signed agreement, AAAAND it includes washer and dryer hookups! I'm so jazzed. I'm going to check it out first thing in the morning after I drop Patrick off at work.
Wish me luck!