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ontologySo, Mum and Dad have decided to put in an application to rent that house. Mum says that it was the office that settled it for Dad: it really is the dream office he's never gotten to have. (His "office" now is a closed-off corner of the basement. At least it does have a proper door, but it's awfully dank.)
I did some errands and job-hunting today, in my lovely new Septembery outfit: long pumpkin-coloured skirt, brown wide-striped shirt, sage beret, granny boots, my mother's pseduo-turquoise necklace, and the blue-painted copper earrings Kyra got for me in Turkey. Always wear heels when job hunting; they instill confidence, or at least make one's stride look and sound more confident. My results were the usual ones, but I did turn in an application and grabbed a couple of new ones. On my way to BiLo to pick up milk and tortillas, I couldn't help myself, and stopped by the house. It looks so large, close up, and a bit rambley. The funny thing is that I've gone down to that road many, many times, not for any particular reason other than exploration, and to eye the gorgeous stone churches and my favourite not-house ever, which turns out to be the preschool next to the house -- that's all jut-outy and European-looking, with fascinating windows and eaves and trim. There is an almost equally fascinating not-house on the other side advertising student housing.
More splendid things about the house: there is an apple tree in the backyard, already heavy with fruit (though there may well be more on the ground than in the branches already), and on at least one side and in the front of the house there is a lot of overgrowth and bracken that, when cleared away, leaves plenty of room for a garden. I peered into as many windows as I could reach (in one case this involved standing on top of the eave of a basement window; it's a good thing I can keep my balance in heels), and the yellow-painted living room with its great stone fireplace is just as impressive and homey in person as it is in Mum's photographs. The staircase has a slight magnificence about it; I can picture us running down it on Christmas morning (and, wickedly, I wonder if I might be able to slide down the bannister, although it isn't the mansiony sort of staircase that bears a bannister that was probably built with sliding in mind). Looking out from the back, the city park is visible, which means we can go to play there often. (Yes, me too. I love the swings.) And it's within walking distance of nearly everything -- Hockman's (oh dear), the library -- so Mum and the siblings can go more often -- two supermarkets, Goodwill, the Meadows (ice cream place: oh dear again), the office where I meet with my psychiatrist. Of course I bicycle to all of these places anyway, and I probably still would much of the time, just because it's more comfortable (and I can wear more impractical shoes), but it's nice to have everything so close, and it's fabulous for everyone else. Furthermore, it's still close -- closer, even -- to where friends are.
I would be crossing my fingers quite hard if I didn't have a half-healed cut on my forefinger, which makes the doing of such somewhat uncomfortable.
I did some errands and job-hunting today, in my lovely new Septembery outfit: long pumpkin-coloured skirt, brown wide-striped shirt, sage beret, granny boots, my mother's pseduo-turquoise necklace, and the blue-painted copper earrings Kyra got for me in Turkey. Always wear heels when job hunting; they instill confidence, or at least make one's stride look and sound more confident. My results were the usual ones, but I did turn in an application and grabbed a couple of new ones. On my way to BiLo to pick up milk and tortillas, I couldn't help myself, and stopped by the house. It looks so large, close up, and a bit rambley. The funny thing is that I've gone down to that road many, many times, not for any particular reason other than exploration, and to eye the gorgeous stone churches and my favourite not-house ever, which turns out to be the preschool next to the house -- that's all jut-outy and European-looking, with fascinating windows and eaves and trim. There is an almost equally fascinating not-house on the other side advertising student housing.
More splendid things about the house: there is an apple tree in the backyard, already heavy with fruit (though there may well be more on the ground than in the branches already), and on at least one side and in the front of the house there is a lot of overgrowth and bracken that, when cleared away, leaves plenty of room for a garden. I peered into as many windows as I could reach (in one case this involved standing on top of the eave of a basement window; it's a good thing I can keep my balance in heels), and the yellow-painted living room with its great stone fireplace is just as impressive and homey in person as it is in Mum's photographs. The staircase has a slight magnificence about it; I can picture us running down it on Christmas morning (and, wickedly, I wonder if I might be able to slide down the bannister, although it isn't the mansiony sort of staircase that bears a bannister that was probably built with sliding in mind). Looking out from the back, the city park is visible, which means we can go to play there often. (Yes, me too. I love the swings.) And it's within walking distance of nearly everything -- Hockman's (oh dear), the library -- so Mum and the siblings can go more often -- two supermarkets, Goodwill, the Meadows (ice cream place: oh dear again), the office where I meet with my psychiatrist. Of course I bicycle to all of these places anyway, and I probably still would much of the time, just because it's more comfortable (and I can wear more impractical shoes), but it's nice to have everything so close, and it's fabulous for everyone else. Furthermore, it's still close -- closer, even -- to where friends are.
I would be crossing my fingers quite hard if I didn't have a half-healed cut on my forefinger, which makes the doing of such somewhat uncomfortable.
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Date: 2008-09-04 06:30 am (UTC)I've been looking at your mom's sort-of-running-account of the house search on Facebook, and I know she didn't like the general neighborhood of not having people around, but I'm quite glad to see she's warming up to the place too--so, in other words, much more likely for all of you to be happy with the place.
I remember that street!! I remember how awesome the Student Housing place looked, all...Victorian and stuff! Eee, picture time. :p (Also, this was the skirt you got with me at Goodwill, yes?)
Um, and I just added Linkin Park's "Numb" to my list of songs for the Edward/Bella crackmix (said list is now a tag on last.fm, because...I'm crazy that way). Because they both totally listen to Linkin Park and think it's rly rly deep, and also the lyrics kind of have emo!Bella and "Growing Up Cullen"!Edward aaaaall over it.
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Date: 2008-09-04 05:08 pm (UTC)(I tried to steal an apple, but I couldn't tell which ones with little round bits on them were wormy. :p)