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oh i forgot but the rustling and thumping just reminded me
so my friend’s house where i’m staying is super nice, like, oldschool upper middle-class dream, like, inner-ring suburb, built in the 30s, kind of genteelly falling down in a few places but with nice recent work done (new furnace, weird 80s Great Room off the back), it’s very tastefully decorated in the eclectic people-with-some-taste-and-modest-spare-cash kinda aesthetic, antique furniture and sensible color scheme, some actual wood paneling and leaded windows, and coordinating but mismatched dishes and such, it’s really nice and just 0% pretentious, and it has its own creek that’s really a drainage ditch that goes straight thru the yard but it’s landscaped with these cute lil bridges across it perfect for tag and Pooh-sticks, and i’m not describing it well but it’s cute as hell, really, and absolutely the opposite of cookie-cutter. I’m in the spare room which has a brocade-upholstered love seat, a bookshelf full of how-to-knit books and physics and engineering textbooks on one wall and a bookshelf full of classic sci-fi novels on the other and a folding wooden screen concealing a 1910s roll-top desk full of glitter unicorn stationery with a glass pen and inkwell. right? this place is great. also literally five bathrooms and yet somehow there are never enough, that’s the miracle of life with kids.
And there’s this family of raccoons that climbs up the garage drainpipe and commutes across the lower roof just outside this bedroom window every night around 2am to get to the creek to wash their food and then afterward they come back across the roof to get back to the pine hedge where they sleep all day. I woke up the first night and was like i am hallucinating and the second night I was like no that’s definitely someone walking on the roof and today my friend was like no that’s our trash pandas, I’ve watched them climb the gutter and I know it’s them, what am I supposed to do about it, they were here first
so, there’s just a raccoon highway outside my window.
oh i forgot but the rustling and thumping just reminded me
so my friend’s house where i’m staying is super nice, like, oldschool upper middle-class dream, like, inner-ring suburb, built in the 30s, kind of genteelly falling down in a few places but with nice recent work done (new furnace, weird 80s Great Room off the back), it’s very tastefully decorated in the eclectic people-with-some-taste-and-modest-spare-cash kinda aesthetic, antique furniture and sensible color scheme, some actual wood paneling and leaded windows, and coordinating but mismatched dishes and such, it’s really nice and just 0% pretentious, and it has its own creek that’s really a drainage ditch that goes straight thru the yard but it’s landscaped with these cute lil bridges across it perfect for tag and Pooh-sticks, and i’m not describing it well but it’s cute as hell, really, and absolutely the opposite of cookie-cutter. I’m in the spare room which has a brocade-upholstered love seat, a bookshelf full of how-to-knit books and physics and engineering textbooks on one wall and a bookshelf full of classic sci-fi novels on the other and a folding wooden screen concealing a 1910s roll-top desk full of glitter unicorn stationery with a glass pen and inkwell. right? this place is great. also literally five bathrooms and yet somehow there are never enough, that’s the miracle of life with kids.
And there’s this family of raccoons that climbs up the garage drainpipe and commutes across the lower roof just outside this bedroom window every night around 2am to get to the creek to wash their food and then afterward they come back across the roof to get back to the pine hedge where they sleep all day. I woke up the first night and was like i am hallucinating and the second night I was like no that’s definitely someone walking on the roof and today my friend was like no that’s our trash pandas, I’ve watched them climb the gutter and I know it’s them, what am I supposed to do about it, they were here first
so, there’s just a raccoon highway outside my window.
