October 6, 2004

When we first made an offer on our house I visited it all the time. I felt like I had just had a baby and it was in the nursery and I couldn't hold it yet and all I could do was gaze lovingly through the glass of the car windows at the front porch and the blue paint and big windows and roses.

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So there's this room in the house that we're having trouble naming. All of the other rooms have pretty standard names — you know, the kitchen, the dining room, the bedroom, etc. But there's this great room downstairs that doesn't have a name. It can't be the living room because we've already got one of those. I proposed the Library, but Sam said that if we had a Library, he might be tempted to off Annalise with a candlestick or a lead pipe in that room. He suggested the Room at the Bottom of the Stairs and that just sounds downright creepy. Other ideas… the Parlor (too formal), the Lounge (too schmaltzy), the Happy Room (too Kerry), the Fun Room (slightly ambiguous), and Louise.

So, look at these pictures of the house and help us decide. Keep in mind that these photos feature the furniture and decorations of the current owners. When Sam and I move in we will be lucky to have camp chairs. Also keep in mind that these photos were somewhat hastily taken as we ran around the house with Toby the Inspector. But, trust me, there will be more pictures to follow.

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While Sam talked manly talk with Toby the Inspector, I buddied up with Ralph the Sewer Guy, who set up this TV monitor that broadcast live images of our sewer line as he shoved a camera out about 100 feet to the main line. Dude, it was awesome and totally gross. I was laughing hysterically, and Ralph the Sewer Guy was delighted with my enthusiasm. We got to keep the video. So … guess what we're going to do when you visit? That's right! Hey, Sam, get out the home videos!

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I have become obsessed with Craigslist lately, scoping out new furniture for the house and trying to get rid of a few things that really should no longer be in my life. It is so fun giving things away. I put a bunch of junk on our porch and posted that people should just come and take what they wanted. And the next morning most of it was gone! It was like Anti-Christmas! And it's still going on! Just tonight I came home to discover that someone had finally taken one of the last items, an old basket that met its maker long ago. The Free Stuff Elves came to get it. Yay!

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OK, Blodgett, to clear up a little confusion. We are not moving to the SUBURBS. We are instead moving about fifteen blocks from where we live now, which is right smack dab in the middle of Portland, a city of more than a million people, and also the MOST AWESOMEST CITY ON THE PLANET. Yes, our house may look like it's out in the country, but that's because Portland is cool like that. A mere five minute trip brings you downtown with all of the big buildings, and two minutes in the other direction brings you to the cool hip part of town with restaurants and little shops and independent theatres and food co-ops and parks and ice cream. For goodness sake. And you will not see me with garden gloves and a big floppy hat waving from behind that picket fence. I will be lucky if I can keep those roses alive.

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