April 24, 2002
We're moving. We just decided it was crazy for both of us to make a separate commute of 1.5 hours or more a day. Our daycare is between where we live and work and is only about 15 minutes from the town we work in. So we found a place and we're moving. We had been planning on an apartment, but Mike asked for a house. He shows so little opinion about anything we do that when he actually has an opinion, I simply do what he asks. I found a house.
The house is cheaper, older, and smaller, but big enough and it has a really pretty view and huge yard suitable for the biggest garden known to man. We can not only see a beautiful snow-capped mountain range, but we can also look out across the valley at this large wetlands area. Of course, we're in the midst of sagebrush and rabbitbrush and my asthma will kill me, but God, it's so beautiful.
The place we're moving to is a little bit cheaper than the one we've been in. We literally got it last night and gave notice this morning to the landlords. We figure they'll be total assholes about everything and we're already off to a fantastic start.
I had shut off the sprinklers until I had a chance to get to the hardware store and replace a sprinkler head that had blow off and was pouring a fountain of water in the back and washing out soil from one of the planters onto his precious lawn. Apparently, the landlord came in without our permission and turned the fucking thing back on because there's soil all over his precious grass again and I am NOT cleaning it up again. He can bite my ass. It's not like the lawn was dying miserably or anything, but it hadn't lushed up yet, either. This guy is such a total fucking dickhead. Call me...ask me... I'll let you know what's going on. Don't fuck with my system though.
We gave notice that we'll be out by May 24th, but we plan to be out by May 5 for the most part. I expect that the rest of that week will be devoted to the fun and games of cleaning out stuff from the old place.
The new place isn't clean, but the landlord is going to leave me supplies to caulk things and touch up the paint. I've already been sweeping and planting things, which I realize is rather compulsive, but there's something about having plants in that makes me feel like it's home.
I'm going to start fiddling around with getting the car loaded up. I'm going to have Mike load Levy full of crap tonight for tomorrow and make a run over there. I'm going to have to buy some caulk scraping implements, but I think it's a small price to pay for privacy and being treated like a human being.
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