Today’s post is going to be a little lighter than what I posted yesterday, which for my own peace of mind I needed to put down on paper. This blog is my release, my “letting shit go” as it were. It just so happens that I’ve opted to do my journal writing on the World Wide Web.
Anyway, let’s have a little fun, since it is Friday, and I’m not sure where you’re reading this from, but from my deck in sunny California it is shaping up to be quite the beautiful lead in to the weekend. So how about a compilation post of things that make me go “hmmm” which is something we haven’t done in such a long time!!
Fun and light, right?
For starters. Why am I the most impatient person in the entire world? I mean, I can’t really say that since I don’t know everybody on the planet, but I for sure feel like it. I just feel SOOOOOOO IMPATIENT at the moment. Ugh. Why am I the way I am???
Thanks to our rat/mouse issue, and the fact that I’ve always wanted an ocean view, Yannick and I have been house hunting in LA, well Malibu specifically because we love it here so much. Our house that we currently own is in the Santa Monica mountains. If you’ve seen any of our posts you can see that we’re tucked in a bit of a valley with mountains all around. It’s magnificent, tranquil, and lovely. But I’m a brat, and I want to see the ocean from my house. I don’t want to LIVE ON IT, because in my opinion it’s not a matter of IF there is a Tsunami, it is a matter of WHEN there is a Tsunami that hits California. And I for one don’t want to be snug in bed when the warning goes off. No thanks. I enjoy going there, walking for hours along it, but live on it. Nope. I’m good, a little view of it out a window will suit me just fine. But, man oh man, are the people who have these properties ever on crack. For what they expect to get for a house that has an ocean view; if you tilt your head just the right way while standing on a ten foot ladder at the far corner of the property. Is INSANE. I mean honestly what the hot hell is going out there. And the thing that makes me go “hmmm” mostly about the housing prices for homes that have a “view” is that the ones we’ve seen are a) for the most part total tear downs which if you’ve ever renovated, is a huge cost and b) most of these bitches have owned the houses for like sixty years! I mean you know they bought it for $20,000 and now they want millions of dollars (said in my best Austin Powers voice) it’s nutty. And makes not only me go “hmmm” but YB and Dominique as well.
So for now I will stay in my mountain house, where the rats and mice have taken over the garage, and hope that Yanny Bissony Rat Hunter extraordinaire gets them all, and makes this house a fortress against their attempts to “move in” every single time we’re gone for more than a couple of days. And speaking of “hmmm” what is up with that? Our neighbors across the way say they’ve had more mice this winter than they’ve ever have and they’ve lived here for thirty years? Maybe it’s because the turkey vultures have moved out of the neighborhood, or the coyotes seem to have all moved along. Whatever the reason for the increase in mouse and rat traffic I’m not stoked about it and can’t wait to be on the other side of it. I will say this though, it has really got me thinking about buying a cat. Unlike my knucklehead dogs who all they do is pee all over the house to alert the critters to their living here, a cat would hunt and catch them probably de-ratting and de-micing this entire property faster than YB could/would…it’s a thought.
Except what do I do with the cat once I leave???
Hmmm…not a solid plan.
Speaking of what do I do with a cat, what on earth am I supposed to do with my dogs. Honestly, these two guys are so health high maintenance it’s a wonder I don’t pour myself a glass of wine the minute the clock strikes 5 in Europe. Seriously what’s with them and their allergies flaring up literally the minute their paws hit California soil? I feel like a full time nurse to them. Ointments and sprays, allergy medications, and heart medication. Good Lord I don’t get paid enough money for the nonsense of mothering these two fat heads. Truly. Between them being intact and all their pills, potions and lotions they have to take on a daily basis, there is no kennel in the world that will house them should Yannick and I decide to go on a holiday. Thank God, for now, we have Dominique assisting us, and part of her job is taking care of some of the household duties, but her new contract starts next month and then what will we do with the beasts while we venture off on Rick’s 80’s cruise in March? Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…