come to think of it - how many days did it take? Don't answer that.

Thanks for the encouraging words (e:Libertad) ! I could use them!

Wish I could fly you out here to help me. But if suburban Buffalo is too far to be enticed, I'm guessing I can't afford to entice you here. Or maybe I can't afford not to?

Anyway, two more pix:


Fluffy, we hardly knew ye! Unless you're the one who peed on my carpet. In which case we knew ye way more than we wanted to.


By chance I took a look inside the oven today. Guess they didn't do much baking!

No horse or cow, but I believe I see a camel.

Description of Problem:
I can't get a dial tone any more. I rebooted everything and I have an internet connection, but no dial tone.

Best Time to Call Back:
RIGHT NOW!!!

The title came to me while I was trying to decide whether to risk dying from PFOA or LDLs when making my omelette this morning. I take inspiration wherever I find it.

There is so much to catch up on, but still no time. Anyway, I responded to a craigslist posting, and who might the poster be but [inlink]twisted,260[/inlink] Stevil! Small world. We're going to see Soul Asylum on Wednesday.

So much more to say! I wish I could do my title justice. Oh well, maybe next time.

My upstairs tenants have moved out. They left me a few momentos to remember them by. No where near as bad as I expected though. I'll probably give them their full $200 security deposit back.


Coal (?), broken glass, paint and other debris along the front stairs


For some reason they kept a bail of hay in the bathroom rafters. I'm not sure why they would do that, or why my bathroom would have rafters.

I just spent the morning doing a first pass clean up, and pulling up two layers of carpet. There's still 1 layer left in most places. You can't imagine how gross it is. But the good thing about carpet and linoleum is, it doesn't really matter how gross is it, since you're going to tear it out anyway.





Same thing with painting walls. I wonder if I should save any of these phone numbers? I'll get a shot of Fluffy's epitaph now that I've cleared off my digital camera. Fluffy rated a spot over the fireplace.

Don't worry (e:Paul) I will have this all cleaned out by the time you get here. Although probably not by the time Dad and Jean get here August 30. They want to spend two of the seven days they're here working on the house. I know it's futile to argue with them, and I could use the help. But I better get the gross stuff done before they get here.

It's not all bad. The layout is way better than the middle unit, which really should be the first floor for one big unit, but I can't afford that.


Living room upstairs, should look like the middle unit [inlink]twisted,292[/inlink] some day.

Just don't go into the kitchen.

It has been a crazy week. I wish I could go into details, but here are some highlights.

Biking into work on Thursday, (well, actually it was biking home from a sleepover in Alameda Wednesday night, which would have positioned me quite advantageously for my ride back into work on Thursday (assuming a borrowed change of clothes), EXCEPT for the fact that my ex-boyfriend, Mark, had borrowed my car the day before and parked it in a Thursday 8a.m. street cleaning zone. (NOOO!!!!) So I had to bike to BART at 6:45 am, BART into the city by 8am, move my car (after finding my spare set of car keys AND my car), then shower, change, and BART back to work. Ok, I know I've lost you by know.

But one of the interesting things I encountered was "Project Homeless Connect" at the Bill Graham auditorium when biking back into work on Thursday. What is "Project Homeless Connect" you say? Glad you asked.