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Thanks, Blanche. And I hope you get a house of your own soon. You can't
beat them, despite their idiosyncracies. Some nut down the street just let off firecrackers for about five minutes (it's almost 2 a.m.). Still, I'll take that over the loud boorish drunks conversing in the courtyard of our old apartment for godawful lengths of time. And the guy across the courtyard in the building opposite, talking on his cellphone all day and all night (I swear the man was there 24/7 on his balcony, blathering away about nothing). And I surely do not miss the clopping of clogs, wooden heels, plastic heels, or the thuds of the heavy-footed treading stairs. No, I'll take an eccentric neighbor down the block over the constant and chronic noisemaking apartment-dwellers.
posted by
saul_relative
on September 16, 2006 at 10:55 PM
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Saul, sign me up for the online internet recovery group for blogging,
Wait, no this is it! A week without blogging is a virtual week without sunshine or some Anita Bryant schmaltz.
Still, I am so jealous that you've got a house. I'm still in the apartment with the neighbors slamming cupboard doors at 7 am and waking me up with their kid yelling. When it's over, I hope your place is a veritable Shangri-la.
posted by
Blanche.
on September 16, 2006 at 9:31 PM
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It is the same for me, SuccessWarrior. Even though I had no internet (or
cable or telephone -- I'm bundled), I could still write, finesse a poem, delete/edit a page of prose. Before the living room furniture was placed, before the kitchen utensils and cookingware were in their proper places, two of my three computers were hooked up and ready to go.
posted by
saul_relative
on September 16, 2006 at 9:19 PM
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When I was your age, Mademoiselle, there weren't any laptops, but I
get the aunt's house trip. I stayed with my cousins all the time.
posted by
saul_relative
on September 16, 2006 at 9:16 PM
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I hear that. When I move, the computer is last out and first in
and connected as quickly as possible.
posted by
SuccessWarrior
on September 16, 2006 at 1:56 PM
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I've never actually moved per se ...
Although, I do pack up and head for my aunt's house during the school-week. And, it is brutal! I've dropped my laptop, like, nine times.
If I were in a lynch mob,
I think I'd try to stay near the back.
That way, if somebody shamed us into disbanding,
I could sort of slip off to the side
and pretend I was just window-shopping or something.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on September 16, 2006 at 11:41 AM
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