abode, the betterer version
October 28, 2009
I’m disgraced to admit something but that usually doesn’t stop me.
Shortly after Ree and I moved in to the abode that I love we paid my little brother and his friend some cash money to dismember any and all living and non-living things in our backyard and lay down a small lawn. They did an excellent job.
And then we never mowed it. It grew for over a year. We don’t actually own a lawnmower, but I don’t think we ever even asked anyone if we could borrow one. What was as trim and tidy as a fresh Brazilian became overgrown, ill-intentioned wildlife.
It was pretty bad.
So the asshole neighbors upstairs (I swear this is connected to the grass) moved out. Good riddance. Ree ushered in neighbor Bonnie and her dad, Don, who lived directly across from the abode but in a different building, with a different landlord. A landlord who charges some silly amount more than ours charges us for the exact same layout. Plus parking and pet fees that we’ve never had to hear mention of.
And I don’t know if it is the money they’re saving or the fact that they’re just that nice, but suddenly Don convinced our landlord to buy us all new window coverings. And then? After he installed the window coverings for us? He mowed the backyard. He treaded a year-plus of grass growth and left the place looking better than it ever has.
AND? We got a washer and a dryer. Both hand-me-downs from totally different houses but they WORK and they’re HOME and we can do laundry without digging for quarters and listening to game shows in another language.
It’s all shaping up to be a pretty sexy place to live, is what I’m sayin’.
-CJ
