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2003-09-06 @ 8:13 p.m.
Cement figurines are cool if you're Italian

Dear Diary:

I am so glad I survived yesterday. Boy was it rough. I am feeling a little better today. Stayed in bed late. Played with my cat. Didn't do much physical labor. Played the piano. Am finally able to walk through most of my apartment without tripping over boxes. The weather was wonderful. Sunny. No humidity. About 72 degrees. Kind of Fall-like. I finally just got a chance to sit and enjoy my new little house. A house with no immediate neighbors.

No hippy chicks having sex overhead. No bratty kids scampering back and forth on the hardwood floors or screaming at the top of their lungs. No visitors banging on my neighbor's door and saying "****** Police Department, we have a warrant for your arrest." (These were young twenty somethings who did this on a regular basis. It got old after about the first 4 times). It is so quiet here. Sure there are a few noises. I live across the street from a fire station and there is the occasional bone rattling scream of a siren. And I can hear a dog barking somewhere in the neighborhood, but it is nowhere as obtrusive and constant as my last place.

Also this apartment reminds me a lot of my apartments in California. It has a lot of windows. It has a yard. The interior windows are framed in redwood. The quality of the interior is so far superior to my last apartment, that I feel like I won the lottery. It's not perfect. It doesn't have a huge amount of storage. My bedroom window is next to an air conditioning unit for a medical building and I can hear it going on and off. But I think I will get used to it.

I don't feel like I'm living in poverty like I did in the last place. And my cat is one happy camper. She loves having all the windows and being able to lie in the sunlight. Her whole personality has changed in the last 5 days. She's like her old self and that makes me happy. I have found a few fleas on her. I think she picked them up when I house sat at Married Guy's house last month. I didn't even think about it when I took her over there. I just wanted to get her out of the mold infected shit hole, so she could get a little relief at the same time as I was.

I took my first walk around my new neighborhood tonight. Its a very pleasant neighborhood. Very middle class. Most of the houses are white Cape Cods with perfect lawns and Ford Escorts parked in the driveway. Well, except for my new landlord, who is Italian. Their yard is full of cement figurines, like leprechauns, ducks and cherubs. This area isn't as yuppified as my last location. Especially when you're renting from the Sopranos.

But even the grocery store clientele is different. What I really noticed here is how many fat women there are. In my old yuppie grocery store you'd see maybe 3 in 10 women who were heavy. In this part of town there are probably 7 in ten who are anywhere from fat to morbidly obese. Must be the readily accessibility to canoles.

Hey, somebody has to support the heart surgeons in my old neighborhood.

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