Archive for May, 2008

I Kicked a Home Run (and i bought a house)

Wednesday I did the final walk through on the house and learned everything was a go for the Thursday closing. My realtor invited me to play kick ball with some of his friends which really turned into big fun. He said bring the leg of David Beckham and the spirit of a 7 year old, and it was a really fun group. I kicked a home run (something i never did as a 7 year old), which i got more excited about then the house, so homeownership hasn’t changed me yet. Yesterday I got the keys and signed my life away but the kickball is going to be a regular Wednesday thing so i think i’m going to be alright. This weekend I’m taking a long one and riding up with The Popster to MI/OH for my cousin’s wedding and to get a truck load of his and my stuff we abandoned with other family members when neither of us had a place. I’m still staying at Sarah’s till maybe the middle of next week but The Popster is probably drinking coffee at the new Trapp homestead right now.

Categories: childhood, house hunting

Whole Grain White Bread

Greetings Constant Reader. Things in COMO continue to progress rapidly and unexpectedly. First of all for those confused by the Back Yard Not Included post everything is still on track for the house purchase. That was an older post that I inadvertently saved instead of posted and then posted later when I noticed my error. I do that sometimes. The house thing is going well. We had the inspection which went fine I identified some stuff for them to fix and they agreed to fix it. I also arranged my homeowners insurance and notified the bank who have scheduled the appraisal, which is the last thing that could potentially be a hitch as it has to appraise for the sale price or higher. I suspect it will, I added 10 grand to the sale price for the home insurance. Also talked to the bank about closing a week early, because my life is not filled with enough unexpected change. Actually I did it so my dad could unload his pick up truck before we drove up to Michigan for my cousin’s wedding. That way we can load it up with a bunch of our stuff that we have left with various kinfolk. I have kept my stuff scattered over multiple states for years so it will be nice to work for consolidating it all here in COMO. It is a little mind numbing trying to pull everything together, while still maintaining my life, such as it is. I am having to take things day by day, especially since my dad arrived. Hosting out of town company is a lot of work, especially while I try to keep a smallish footprint here at Sarah’s house, as taking in a 71 year old retired truck driver was not really one of her life goals. She has been out of town for the weekend which has been nice, just for space reasons. I should be packing but I’m not. I got my case notes caught up with, as at work we have a grant report due next week so I have this whole data collection thing on top of all the other things I have to do so some shit has been falling through the cracks. It seems like I get up make coffee and small talk with the popster roll into work jam all day roll home and rustle up dinner and more small talk and then its time to go to bed. Thank god for the weekend. Cooked a nice family style meal yesterday. Looks like I’m still stuck with most of the cooking unless I pick up a taste for hamburger helper. Dad did make a pretty good breakfast, and I learned the secret to cooking bacon as well as cube steaks on the grill is low heat. For the most part things are going well with Dad. We do come from 2 different worlds so we are having to work at meeting in the middle. I think it will be easier when we have the place so we can start doing our own things. If it wasn’t for the invention of whole grain white bread I don’t think we would have made it. Myrtle is a treat, although she’s pretty spoiled. She’s about 12 inches tall and about 20 lbs with longish black hair. She’s got a black tongue so she’s got some chow in her but she’s itty-bitty. The shelter she came from said she was chow and blue tick hound, but I don’t see the hound except for her floppy ears, but we call her a chow hound nonetheless. I took her jogging with me again today and I don’t think she had recovered from yesterdays because she slipped her collar and ran away on the back stretch today. She screamed like I was beating her when I was trying to get her collar back on. Thank god I tired her out so she couldn’t run away. Maybe my brothers right to call her Turtle. So this week I work all week including my batterers group and my data collection project. Close on the house (I hope I have enough money). Get utilities turned on if theres time and leave afterwork on Friday for Michigan. Wedding on Saturday (still have to pick Dad out a shirt), barbecue at Olson’s on Sunday, and drive back on Monday to start my new life in my new home. Of course we’ll be sitting on the floor because I’m out of money to furnish it. All in all things are going splendidly. I am looking forward to planting my persimmon tree and putting in a garden plot. If the wifi gods are kind perhaps I’ll be able to pick up a signal at the new house and I will be more on top of this whole blog thing.

Categories: house hunting

talking about squirrels

Squirrely’s comment has got me thinking about squirrels. Back when i was crazy i had this fantasy of putting together an all girl teen rap-punk fusion band hiding messages of female empowerment behind teenage rebellion. I wrote a couple of the songs and thats about as far as that ever got. One of the pieces of a piece that i liked goes like this:

I was kicking it one night just me and the girls

We were watching TV and talking about squirrels

It seems the law of the jungle is the law of tooth and fang

And the fat male squirrels wanted to make themselves Kangs

But the little girl squirrels knew that wasn’t right

So they banded together and they tought themselves to fight

When the big male squirrels learned of their might

They ran out of town and never stopped for a bite

Categories: poetry

East Toledo Euro Trash

When I was visiting the homeland I had the great pleasure to see London’s own The Stash play at Frankies. It was an incredible nostalgia-fest because i hadn’t been to Frankies in probably a decade. It was probably the first club i had ever been too, my first girl friend Tais Jalal took me  there and we saw some bands  that looked and sounded very much like the bands i saw their last week opening for my pals The Stash. It would of course take a friend’s band to get me to go out to see a show these days. But I went to Frankies pretty regularly from my late teens to my mid-twenties. Most memorable were going as Fidel Castro on halloween with Chad Osborne (father time i think) and Bill Soleau (something morrissey inspired), seeing the Laughing Hyeneas with Mike Leonardi and losing my glasses slam dancing and later pulling Mike out of a brawl with some Vietnam Vets arguing about the first Gulf War. The show was great except way too late. Nick and Rebecca are great folks and Nick at least is a genius. They did a band Universe Crew with a heavy alien theme. Nick also did mixes and had a European record deal, Green Tea records I believe and ultimately they offered Nick a job doing mixes and Rebecca one designing record covers. This must have been 6 years ago or more and their still making it, still making music. Closest of my friends to be rock stars. Nick produced 3 songs for Milk Carton (if you weren’t blessed to get one of the 100 Milk Carton tapes you can get aa little taste if you go to the Memory Hole and go look at one of the older versions of that we never did anything with and I made some music with Nick solo after we broke up. They’re good people and their new band is pretty good.  More  rock -n- roll than Universe  Crew,  a three piece,  Nick on guitar,  some presumably  British  guy on drums and Rebecca playing the Moog (Nick’s got a thing for old synthesizers). The CD is even better since Nick’s had a chance to work his mixing magic on it. I didn’t get a chance to talk to either too much being the stars of the show but they both looked great. Nick took a little rubbing for wearing eye shadow but its hard to be a rock star. I’m proud of them and wish them the best. They’ve picked up an accent but since they live their i’ll let it slide. On the trip home i started a new piece (i haven’t written in ages) based upon Phillip K. Dick’s idea of the Black Iron Prison as an analogy for the rise of a totalitarian state. Here’s what i got so far:

Theres a Black Iron Prison casts a shadow across the land

From the strip mines of the North to The Wall at the Rio Grande

So show us your papers, your bio-metric ID

How about a mark on the hand or forehead so that all can see?

That privacy is over, the world is made of glass

So much for your delicate sensibilities our society is crass

Categories: poetry, travel

backyard not included

I think I might do a blog that is just a collection of excuses and apologies for not blogging. This week’s is i was all excited about finding a house. It was the 2nd one i looked at, a 3 bedroom brick ranch home on a quiet street near a park with a huge backyard. I decided to make an offer, very exciting, took my handy friend Eric to check it out, and was half way through signing the papers, kicking myself for not bringing my checkbook for the earnest money (look at all this middle class crap i’ve learned), when the realtor wanted to show me this great mapping program to answer my question on the exact location of the property line and low and behold some previous owner had sold the backyard to the neighbors. Now i am back to square one. I need to find another likely prospect to get my realtor back in gear (i don’t want to tell him i am desperate) showing me more places. The Popster is camping out by Lake Mead, so I’d like to get a place soon (theres a fine line between camping and homelessness). I’m not super happy with my backup choice, one of the bedrooms is a little small (you need 3 bedrooms for resale) and its overpriced. On the plus side its been on the market for 7 months so i might make a low ball offer. It has to be terrifying to be trying to sell a house right now. If i were doing it i wouldn’t be watching the news. On other fronts its a perfect day out there. i strolled around Stephens Lake before coming here (i always blog at the coffee zone) and before that i went for a little hike at Pinacles one of the really nice nature areas around here. Its helped keep me from becoming bitter and clinging to guns or church or something. When I am done here I am going to be a guest speaker at a freedom from smoking group. Its been almost 2 months and except for gaining a million pounds it has gone really well. I have been off meds for a month and haven’t slipped once. I figure spreading the good word will help keep me honest.

Categories: house hunting