6.1.02 – lists of three from 3300 lake harbor lane

this is my first experiment in living alone. not that i’ve been home much to try it out, but some of the advantages seem to be:

– spontaneous living-room-dancing whenever the fancy strikes

– i can drink o.j. straight from the carton without checking to see if anyone’s looking

– the freedom to wander around the house in various states of undressed-ness

given a choice i’d much rather have a roommate, particularly given that i’ve had pretty good roommate karma thus far, but i can’t complain about the fact that i’m living in a two bedroom apartment rent-free, courtesy of the theatre i work for. zeke even has his own bathroom. the lake is 20 feet from my back patio, and there’s a trio of ducks that visit the back porch to snack on stale sourdough bread every morning. i’ve named them Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Aguecheek and Maria. it’s not a building with character – it’s a beige box in an anonymous apartment complex midway across town, but i love all of the greenery and the lake just outside my window, i love that i can move in with my box of japanese wall-hangings and my paper lanterns and tapestries from london and a box of thumb tacks and make this place feel like mine, even if it’s only for a few months.

the fridge contains:

– an empty brita pitcher (minus the filter)

– honey

– a bottle of thai cooking sauce (unopened)

rules for the new house:

– there will be music, quality lighting, and laughter here.

– the work stays in the office; my bedroom is for sleeping and chilling out and not for working.

– zeke shall not sharpen his claws in the brand-new carpet, as i have just put down a $400 pet deposit.