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Got New House. Dad, You Move(d) Me
Posted by Brendan on Saturday, September 03 @ 22:00:00 PDT
Who`se the man? You dad, you the man! |
It was late when I snuck my head into a pillow most cushy as it followed a day of chaos I hadn't seen since I hit Shanghai. I guess I wasn't fully nor nearly prepared for what awaited me today.
Every wakey day brings a new day and therefore (and by) likewise new opportunities, but today feels different. I know I didn't get a mid-nocturnum haircut, but something has changed no less. It feels like I have space and also like there's a lack of sickening mold.
Me and rumor both do have it, I got a new house! Now, assuming that this one is our new place, let me contrast it by telling you a bit about my old place.
It was fairly big, but not nearly big enough for our girthsome, gaggly clan.
It had mold, which made bro-Patrick hospital-sick quarterly and myself sick to morning-pillow nosebleeds about every eight weeks.
It was peaceful and quiet despite the heavy foot traffic generated by our new drug-dealing neighbors lurking just across the hall.
It had a pool that our Miss Mama-Lady's aquaphobia prohibited us from enjoying.
That's about it?
But with only the vaguest memories of residences other than that one, I didn't have much to compare it to. Uncle Jim's got a sweet yard with birds; aunts Maria and Tricia are on hills with deluxe trim, and Grammy Penrose has a billion wasted feet squared. All that, but I still just know my own house.
Call me ignorant or childish if you like, but whatever dude, I am a child.**
So let's give us a gaudy review de la casa nuevo:
More rooms for play and bedding, more space for toys, more space. Did I say "more"? I want more.
Sickening mold quantum downgraded to zero. Thermal windows and a curiously spot-free carpet says so.
Our landlord isn't what some might call "corrupt", "inactive" nor otherwise -- how do you say -- "sucky" as opposed to our last.
Fenced yard to facilitate open air play while restricting it's "go play in traffic" status.
We be heating a la centrale… thems foreign words (and concepts) so I can't much appreciate it (or them, you tell me which).
Cool fun gadgets and toys
I got me a garden. I'll be planting, sowing, reaping, maybe even devouring, who knows?
Dad, you moved me.
*Not rabies, just a general fear de la aqua.
**I'm "told" that I'm "technically" a child, though unlike a temporary tattoo I still haven't personally bought it.
ABOVE - Here on my new porch I can think of little to say, but "uno".
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