SOOOOOOOO, if you've been checking in to see what's up with ol' Adam, then you haven't seen ... well ... anything in the last couple months. Some things went down on the homefront, things involving a duck, a couple of inbred yokels, and us (Bettina and I). To start with the short version, we moved into Trumansburg, so we could live close to our workplaces and put a few miles in between us and our old roomies. It's been a very busy couple of months. The harvest season is in full throttle, so I've been fermenting zucchinis, cucumbers and kim chee like a sloppy lunch lady with too many mouths to feed, all while working 10 hour days and trying to get our lives back in order. The cherry on top is that our new landlord is a bit of a nosy psychopath. He comes around a little too often and tells us to stop hanging things on the wall and to start using our sink drains... hmmmmmmm. Every day it gets a little better than it was the previous week, though. I hope that winter will be a pleasant few months of relaxin' and readin'. To make up for lost time, I'm going to do some recap entries over the next couple weeks.
Since I'm sitting here writing to all of you, I might as well tell you about our dear old inbred former roomies... Once upon a time there was a real jerk of a drake (a male duck). He would pant and strut if he thought anyone or anything was trying to compete with him for the love of his darling little duck mate. Although amusing at first, his musings soon became tiresome and those around him, were forced into action in order to stifle his aggressive behavior. The creative drake gave one of the inbreds a nice size welt on the arm, and the innocents decided enough was enough. One cloudy day whilst tending to the arugula, Bettina turned to find our creative friend panting and threatening to nip at her... um... tucus. After tricking the assailant into entering the garage, she locked him inside, and promptly informed one of the inbreds of her encounter. The inbred was none too happy about the current position of the "supposed" assailant, and left in a huff to consul the jerk drake. At 20 minutes past quitting time Adam arrived and learned of the goings on, and was none too happy about it. Later that evening the event was brought up in conversation with the inbred we call Sling Blade, and after finding no helpful resolutions about the drake, the second inbred burst onto the scene spewing venom and wrongful accusations of violence. After trying to defend themselves against the she-devil and her very personal attacks on their characters, the innocents yelled and attempted to interject, but alas the she-devil was deaf to reason, and retired with a door slam. No words were shared between the innocents and sling blade and she-devil thenceforth. Funny? Perhaps. Tragic? Certainly possible. Better in the long run? For Sure. Good riddance, inbreds.
Adam
how did you get such good pictures of our housemates? it's hard to share space with anyone, but adding to that - strangers who not only own the place but they have lived there for years housemate-free. we thought of this before we moved in - even talked to them about it - and went really out of our way to be extremely clean and obeying all rules of good housemates that we knew of to make living together easy.. taking care of and feeding their dogs, washing their dishes when need be, not being loud or nosy but friendly.. but apparently there are some top-secret-handshake-extra-special expectations that we missed.
ReplyDeletei think the root of our problem was that they just didn't want housemates to begin with - we moved into a slightly sour environment which quickly turned hostile. it was hard for them - understandable - but some assertive spoken communication would have helped a lot of these petty probs (instead of trying to guess why someone is in a bad mood based on how hard they slam things around). learn from our experience, everyone, ok?
anyway - so glad it's over - adam, you are a great roommate.