Moody Meow

I hate writing long blog posts. For the sake of my readers, I feel like I should break things up catagoreically and not let the personal stuff blend with the policital stuff, and not to let the stuff about the move blend with my fun in the now. I should get over this. I like to mix together my corn, mashed potatoes and stuffing with gravy into a big, soggy, yummy mess. My life is much the same. Except the gravy would be mushroom and the potatoes have to be those little red ones. I love red potatoes.

Friday: We took Frankie to Taste. I like to frequent my regular haunts with new people. Not that Frankie is new. He’s not. He’s been our friend for eons, it seems. But the dinner flowed into wine, and that flowed into heart-melting desserts and more wine. We moved to McCraneys (I think that is the spelling) for more pints. Amazingly, Amanda and Ginny were there. Of all places! The beer flowed faster, and my attention was split between a conversation between the girls and me about personal worth and the future. Occasionally I chimed in with Frankie and D and full-on geek speak. The night ended on a less than stellar note because I am an asshole and I take things personally when they have nothing to do with me. Without getting too far into the mess, I am still carrying a lot of rage about a situation, and no matter how I try, I can’t seem to shake it. I have a journal that needs to be burned, and some other things needed for a cleansing. This ick has to go before I move. I won’t allow it to follow me.

The Sellwood house fell through. She yanked my chain all fucking day, and when I wanted to sign an application, told me that they would go with someone local, but I was allowed to apply anyway. Bite my ass, you hideous wench! I was so excited, too. I hate getting my hopes up only to have them dashed against the rocks. The house search continues. Alexis, the bestest sister the world has ever seen, drove to Portland yesterday to look at two houses. One is in Linton, which is an area north of Forest Park on the west side of the city, and the other one was in Mt. Tabor on the south east side of the city. I will start with the Mt. Tabor house first. It’s an expensive blank slate. No trees (yes, this is one of the amenities I need, so STFU), and although the interior was kind of nice, the kitchen was teensy. No porch, nice woodwork, nice paint, a persinickety fireplace. So, after Lex sent me the pictures, D and I decided to say no. It’s a nice house, no doubt, but I don’t feel the juju. It takes some magic for me to want a house. Now, as for the other place. It’s “interesting” — if interesting is the set for some horror movie. Observe below and let me know what you think.

So, is this the front or the back? Alexis wasn’t sure, but this is what you see when you drive up. Is the forest trying to eat the place?

As far as we can understand, this is the front of the house, but you have to go around the house to see it. Nice porch. The forest is still trying to eat the house.

Original woodwork, which can be charming and scary in the same note. I think I like this room… I think.

Look! Sunroom. Alexis took better shots of this, but we think this is on the 2nd floor, but the plants are still trying to eat the house. I’ll explain the 2nd vs 1st story in a minute.

Wanna bath. Yes, this is a blue claw foot bathtub. The toilet is blue as well. It’s dangerous when people get a hold of a bucket of paint. Is this charming or weird?

Want some dinner. The kitchen is actually a decent size, but the dark tiles and overly white paint bug me. Again I’m not sure if this is cute or not.

We are still deciding about this place. Once the guy cuts back the fucking forest, it has panoramic views of Mt. Hood, the river, and the forests in the park. There’s a bird sanctuary, and Alexis said she saw LOTS of birdhouses. But the yard isn’t fenced, and that’s kind of problematic. Pip’s used to a fenced yard. And then there is the missing part of the house. The ad said the house is 1800 square feet, but Alexis could only reach one part of the house. There are no internal stairs to get to the other floors, but the foliage was so overgrown that Alexis couldn’t find the stairs to get to the other floor. She did go into the basement (brave woman that she is) and it had a washer and dryer hookup. So, there’s a whole other part of the house that she couldn’t get to. It’s mysterious, scary and worth a look. The other concern is the distance from Portland proper. It is still under consideration.

D and I went to his father’s birthday party. It’s going to be the last time we see that part of the family. D’s not close to them, and I don’t feel all warm and fuzzy about them, except for two of his half sisters. The  event was awkard, but it was good to get the goodbyes over with. It’s not that they are bad people, because they are nice and genuine and caring. But we don’t have anything in common with them and it’s just strained. I’ve made arrangements with some of the brothers and his Mom to have dinner @ Taste on the 16th. I think it will be good to get the rednecks into a nice restaraunt. Plus - they have good beef. Everybody likes beef! Right?

I have more to say, but I think I need coffee. And lunch. So…more later. Happy Monday.