::alio!::

three things

(In Chronological Order)

Thing the First:

Remember when I mentioned, I guess it was two summers ago, that I had received an email from someone I used to love and trust and no longer loved and trusted? Well, turns out this said person is now certifiable, is living in the Civic Psychiatric Ward, and has been attempting to escape for the past few days to come and visit me. This he tells me on the phone when he calls at 7:15 on Monday morning. One of the things he mentioned was that on a recent escape, wherein he made it all the way to the park across from my house before he was recaptured, he saw a house for sale on a street a few blocks away, and asked me what he had to do in order for us to buy it and live in it in married bliss.

Then I spent the next twenty minutes or so telling him not to escape again on Monday, that I would go see him on Tuesday. It was like arguing with a poetry-spouting rock. Right before he hangs up on me, he tells me he's going to pull the fire alarm and escape and come and see me, despite my promises to see him on Tuesday. I call the hospital back, am misdirected, and get hold of the psychiatric nurse just as the fire alarm goes off. "He's just pulled the fire alarm," I say. "What? I can't hear you. The fire alarm has just been pulled!" she says. Fortunately he is successfully thwarted.

Tuesday, like I promised, I go to the hospital to visit him. I have a brief meeting with the psychiatric nurse, and we both decide that, as he's so strangely obsessed with me at the moment, it would be best if I didn't visit him (having not spoken to him or seen him in about six years for personal reasons, I don't really want to see him anyway, crazy or not). I'm instructed to call the hospital again if he phones me and tell them if he's planning another escape.

Thing the Second:

In-between the call on Monday and the visit on Tuesday, Pie and I make a trip to Merrickville to look at antique additions, like bedside tables, to our future apartment, as yet unfound. We return, four hours later, with six pewter napkin rings.

Tuesday morning, Greg and I set off for our first apartment viewing. We know ahead of time that we likely won't be taking it - it's a little more expensive than we'd planned, and it's renting in July, not the August or September we'd hoped for. But it doesn't hurt to go see it.

AND IT'S PERFECT. Sure, it's the first one we've seen, but it's BEAUTIFUL. All you see is light and windows. Hardwood floors, huge kitchen and living spaces, clean tile in the bathroom, FIVE appliances (fridge, stove, DISHWASHER, WASHER, DRYER), enormous shared deck with barbecue and wooden deck furniture, top floor apartment with shared and separate entrances, storage out the wazoo: $1300 + hydro.

Check out some of the pictures I took while I was there HERE.

AND the landlord, who lives on the floor below, who can't be more than five years older than me, who is really nice, said she'd talk to her boyfriend about perhaps holding the place until August for us. So the possibilities keep coming on. Andy wants it (without even seeing it) and I want it - Greg still needs a bit of convincing, because it was the first place we went to see, after all. But then again, I looked at about 60 available apartments online and this was the only one I wanted to take a closer look at. So that should tell you something.

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AND She just called me now to tell me that we can apply for August!
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Thing the Third:

Really not as important. But the tools across the road, the ones who bought my neighbour's house and are putting a triplex in the backyard, are total idiots. There's this guy who is cutting into the asphalt with a saw, spewing dust everywhere. No hard hat. No face mask or goggles. Nothing. No construction signs, nothing. So now there's a backhoe taking chunks out of the road and shaking my house like an earthquake. They're dumb.

Posted by Ally at May 23, 2007 09:14 AM