My son doesn’t understand why I keep spending money on a room which he claims will never get used. He’s not entirely right; I would argue that the room’s usefulness is already evident. My books are out of their boxes, the boxes are out of the garage, and that wasn’t gonna happen without bookshelves.
The $599 sofa bed that wouldn’t fit through the doorway? I have to admit, that was a mistake. “Why would you buy something like that without measuring the doorway?” he asked yesterday. “Sheer stupidity,” I said. It never occurred to me someone would build a sofa bed that wouldn’t fit through a bedroom door. Or that someone would build such a narrow door in the first place.
First place I checked out yesterday showcased rustic Spanish pieces built from reclaimed wood. (It’s here, the Capri, catalog #228 if you’re curious.) $350. The table rests on sturdy legs, looks the sort that with a glass top, could be a prime surface for Mexican drug lords to cut lines of coke from their personal stash; looks the sort that would soon have dust motes and small pets swinging around it in perfect elliptical orbit.
Craigslist Abandons Adult Services… for Good?
No matter . . . there’s still the Casual Encounters section. So for example,
I am a tough woman looking for someone that is a little more gentle than what I am used to. I think I deserve to be treated like an angel for a night or two as opposed to getting roughed up in the sack all the time. I am away from my old man for a little while and thought I’d post here. IF you are interested get at me.
It’s not the “tough woman” I’m afraid of. It’s the “old man” who roughs her up.
Anyway, a quick perusal of the Casual Encounters list suggests that things have indeed changed. Gone are the pleas for “gas money,” “contribution for the room,” a “generous man.” Gone is $u$ie who will make your dream$ come true. The prossies are gone, mate.
Nothin’ left but people desperate for no-strings-attached lurve.
D.
I will find a city, find myself a city to live in.
One of our local doctors (not someone I knew) was found dead in a chimney a few days ago. Internist Jacquelyn Kotarac was apparently trying to break into her boyfriend’s house and opted to do so via chimney. Her body was found some time later when the lady who came over to feed the owner’s fish discovered a stench and “fluids” dripping into the fireplace.
The homeowner/boyfriend speaks:
Dr. Jacquelyn Kotarac was a very intelligent, attractive woman and a gifted doctor, estranged boyfriend William Moodie said.
… “She was absolutely brilliant as a doctor,” he said.
… Moodie declined to talk about his relationship with Kotarac or what their status was as a couple when she showed up that night.
But he’s tired of people saying negative things about her and said it’s time to leave her alone.
I have nothing negative or positive to say about a woman I never knew, not even by reputation. I will say that this story is so far out there, I doubt we’ll ever know the truth of what she thought she was doing or why she did it. I’ll file this as a Great Mystery.
For the record, though, Bakersfield would prefer to be known for its Basque restaurants and Buck Owens’ Crystal Palace.
Oh, and don’t worry about me and Bakersfield’s record-setting ozone and particulate pollution. Got my lungs tested last week and I’m just fine.
D.
We received a letter last week that our son would receive a Major Award at the all-school assembly today. I joked with him that it would probably be a lamp shaped like a woman’s leg. Suspect it was just a slip of paper, though.
Two slips, as it turned out: he got the academic award for Honors Physics and Honors Spanish from last year. Only kid in each class to get it. And wouldn’t you know it? He’s a little peeved he didn’t get the award for Math Analysis.
In PE yesterday, they played football. “It was more fun than usual,” he told me when I picked him up from school. “More running around and passing, not as much blocking. But it was a funny thing.”
“What was?”
“At one point, they passed it to me. I instinctively ducked.”
He’s our son.
D.