I got a job. It’s not glamorous – in fact, it’s telemarketing – but it’s a job. Monday through Thursday, 5:30-9:30, and Saturdays and Sundays 9-3. Could be worse. Given how hard it was to land, I’m feeling pretty grateful.
And I think we’ve found a house. The landlord wants to rent it to us cheap, in exchange for us fixing it up, over the next few years. She’s also interesting in taking off rent in exchange for massage and housekeeping for her mom. Rukan and I went over there today to check it out. It’s a brick house on a corner lot, in a beautiful, central neighborhood. It’s going to take a lot of work, to make it livable. It’s full of trash and old furniture, and it’s pretty dirty. We’d have to trap a few mice (“You mean, YOU’D have to trap a few mice,” says Rukan). But underneath the piles of crap is a gorgeous hardwood floor, a lovely, bright sun room, a full size dining room, a tiny but cute kitchen, two carpeted bedrooms and a small bath. Upstairs there’s a sweet living space with its own bathrom. There’s a large basement that is full of monsters, and I don’t want to talk about it. The front yard is lovely, there’s a front porch and a lovely, sturdy back deck, and a cute fenced-in back yard that’s big enough for a garden. And, the landlady told us we can have CHICKENS. Sigh. Heaven. The neighborhood seems a little hoity-toity, but it is beautiful – and hell, coming from the Bouldin Creek neighborhood, we should be used to yuppies. If they’re friendly, I can coexist.
We’re going to go talk to the owner today.