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They were cleaned recently, all the interior stuff including kid handprints and doggy nose. The dog now stays away from the windows and just sits looking at the squirrels below. Then she dreams of planning her attack. Dreams.

I looked at a place I loved years ago and looking at the layout yesterday found out it was not for us. Why? Too many windows. It would be a great bachelor pad, which it is now. It does not allow us, ok me, to have art in terms of heritage quilts, paintings from my father who took up painting at age 80. Photos from friends and ones I’ve taken and all are judiciously framed.

Who would ever ask for fewer windows? Me. We have 12 windows floor to ceiling, This has 27 floor to ceiling. It does not work for us office-wise or otherwise and would be a bad choice.

That’s the way it is, until something else comes up. Another city, another view. Not another husband or dog anytime. I love them too much. Dee


The Final Frontier

Yes, space.

Marrying me cost my husband space. Granted he got out of an abysmal man cave apartment on the first floor behind the mail boxes. It was dark, dingy, small and he had to keep the drapes and blinds closed all the time because of passers by. Never mind that there was one boxed lasagne (from his mother) in the freezer, individually wrapped string cheese in the frig with wrappers strewn between the frig and computer (he built one of the first home-made dual-brained computers with double monitors) and remnants of one 72 oz. Big Gulp Dr. Pepper.

I gained him space, light, cleanliness, no more clean pile/dirty pile laundry and healthy, hearty home-cooked meals.

He left me three weeks after we met, after having been dot-bombed. He rented the minimum three linear feet of space in an ABF freight truck and moved home for two weeks when he came back with a new job. We married after 16 months and a year later moved to Texas. Twelve linear feet on ABF frieght. He says I cost him nine linear feet.

Initially I brought our kitchen, office and bedroom into our home. Finally we got a real dining room, bedroom, and living room to call our own. Last time I believe it was 15 linear feet. Now, with a super futon for the guest room and more framed art it’ll probably take the entire truck. I think it’s 28 feet. Don’t know if we can fill it but we’ll try, that way we’ll be the only stop. After all, time is money, too. No, I won’t put the dog in there to fill it up. She has her 4″ orthopedic bed in the back of my SUV.

We’ve moved up in the world, literally and so far have had many nice views, close commutes, good neighbors and we’ve made some friends along the way. Family remains far afield but we visit when we can.

Our next step should include light, views, space as well as the basic necessities. That always includes a place for family and friends to visit. Cheers, Dee

Changing Spaces

Yes, I did again. First the garage was ruining the paint on my lovely old car. Then I was against a cement wall and had to pull back blind and my parking neighbors kept parking over the line, taking two expensive spaces and not allowing me access to my car.

Then I was told, as an adult, the worst news ever. “Their parents pay for them to live here.” That was enough. I moved, next to a gorgeous car and new neighbor I just met. I drove a Jag across country for my parents in 1989 and all the midwest service station owners would say is “right nice car you got ma’am.” I had to stockpile oil and transmission fluid and check everything before hitting the road. All I could get on the road was gas, and for that, to keep from getting any gas on the paint with two tanks, I stopped once and filled up, went 100 miles and filled up the other and rotated the two.

To say a pre-2004 Jaguar purred like a cat does not do it justice. I loved that car and my sister rolled it off the freeway (it rolled over twice) and climbed out the sun roof unscathed except from bruises from her seat belt. At least she was wearing that. But that purr is almost as good as I got from my two cats.

One year I got the cats a polartec blanket for the holidays. They hated each other so I’d get under the blanket, one would get underneath and the other on top then I’d get out and go to work five minutes later. They thought I was keeping them warm and comfy and it was each other. Purr……..

Enough about that. I hate to be an old fart but if your parents are paying for one parking space and you try to take two, have them spring for the second space. Or have them buy another smaller car to live next to your Lexus, if they have the money. I know that if you’re not earning money and have never known the value of a dollar earned, you will never treat anyone else decently. Try getting a job sometime. It’ll teach you a lot about people and money and whether you can cut it in the world or have to live off your parents for the rest of your life.

Thus I found myself a new space. Parking space, that is. Long story but a good one. To everything there is a season. I will definitely take care of my parking neighbor’s Jaguar. Purrs, Dee