On my way home from dinner, I came across a duck and two geese walking down the sidewalk. Oddly, this was not the most bizarre part of my day, but that’s a whole other story I don’t feel like telling.
The duck-goose-goose situation reminded me of my former neighbors’ potbelly pig, Girdie, who used to take it upon herself to mosey on down the block to eat pears from a neighbor’s yard. Occasionally she’d hang out in the middle of the street until a truck would careen by honking its horn. Passersby regularly would stop to gawk at the bizarre creature taking a dump in our courtyard (that’s really all pigs ever do—eat, sleep and poop).
I believe I have a Girdie picture hanging around somewhere… ah yes:
Anyway. A friend of mine from college is moving up to Portland on Friday and will be inhabiting my extra bedroom. These last few months have been the first time I’ve lived alone in FIVE YEARS. It’s unsettling, sometimes, when you don’t have a TV or anybody but your crazy dog to talk to when you get home from work—but it’s also kind of nice to not having to share a bathroom or deal with your roommate’s nutritional yeast always spilling into the burners on the stove or find their toenail clippings on the coffee table or whatever.
So, now that I’ve gotten used to playing the same song on repeat for an hour (”When We Fall” by Phosphorescent) and blasting NPR at 6:30 in the morning and taking a dump with the door open, I’ll have to remember how to live with someone again.
But something tells me it won’t be so hard. Besides, there is no fucking way in hell Claire would clip her toenails on the coffee table. Or eat nutritional yeast, unless it was accidentally sprinkled on deep-fried cheese curds.
OK, I’ll make this a multimedia post. Here’s the song that in two days I’ll only be able to play on repeat with my headphones on:
8 responses so far ↓
1 michael5000 // Jun 4, 2008 at 10:29 pm
That is one crazy-looking animal…. I’d hate to have it taking a dump with the bathroom door open… Oh, wait, I mixed up the stories.
Good luck with the new roomie. I hope her deep friend curds don’t fall into the burners, because then you’d be right back at square one.
2 rubyblue123 // Jun 5, 2008 at 3:54 am
Dogs like deep fried cheese curds. Your new roomie should be warned.
Living alone?
What’s that?
3 forget dinner // Jun 5, 2008 at 1:56 pm
> taking a dump with the door open
yikes, too much info, even for your blog
4 mydogischelsea // Jun 5, 2008 at 2:06 pm
^ Um, seriously? Well, then. I hope that you and I never meet. We’d obviously hate each other.
5 TimsHead // Jun 5, 2008 at 3:30 pm
Mmm … deep-fried cheese curds would really hit the spot right now. So wrong, yet so right.
In the exceedingly unlikely case I ever get a girlfriend that leads to cohabitation, I would probably need to rehearse and relearn etiquette weeks in advance. That’s how long I’ve been solo. Well, other than cats, who are quite accepting.
Interesting song … kind of a Polyphonic Spree meets House of Freaks vibe.
Have I mentioned I could go for cheese curds right now, by the way? I mean, really.
6 Ranj // Jun 6, 2008 at 9:29 am
Alright, my first RSS feed (evah!) is to your blog (yes, I’m a luddite) - and I see a giant pig snout when I get here. Sweet.
7 lizzy // Jun 6, 2008 at 11:18 am
I feel awful. For a second there, I was a little grossed out by deep fried cheese curds. That’s so unlike me. I do like the pig, though.
8 boo // Jun 7, 2008 at 5:42 am
I understand the training or retraining to live with someone. It’s been a few years. But it’s never been super hard to do when the person sharing the space is loved in some way. It can be interesting and for sure a learning experience.
But how cool is it that you are going to be rooming with a good friend! Cheers to you both!
I do like that song very much and now am going to look for them on the iTunes. Thanks for including it.
Never had the fried curd but doesn’t sound awful.