Re Lease

Signed a lease today. This means two things (sung to any tune you
like). One: we have a place to live for next year. Two:
all of the people who were mobilized to variations of sympathy ("poor dears"), rage
("why I oughta") and generosity ("we’ll keep an eye/ear open for rents") can accept
our heartfelt thanks and go back to whatever they were doing.


Pictured: A lovely property similar to one of the houses we
looked at in recent weeks.

It’s quite a relief to have this settled. In the chaos of the last two and a
half weeks we looked at as many as thirteen or fourteen places. The one we
selected is a first-time rental in a non-student neighborhood close to a P&C
grocery store, the bus line (to campus and to Ph.’s H.S., which will remain the
same), Y.’s veterinarian, and

Barry Park
(which has a duck pond, outdoor hoops courts, and fields where Ph.’s
soccer team practices). The house has a 1/2 acre fenced yard, bordered on the
West by SU’s practice fields for soccer and lacrosse. Yes, unobstructed
sunsets, even if we have only three cloud-free days in central New York each
year. And the inside is cozy. It’s in amazing shape compared to most
rental properties in the University neighborhoods.

The only other thing to be said about it right now is that the house number
combines the first three numbers from the Hugo’s winning lottery ticket on
Lost
. Those numbers on the hatch? The values Locke kept punching into
the computer? Yeah, those. We’re moving into a house with a few of
those
numbers boldly marking the front porch. 15-8-4. D. and Ph. think I’m
making something out of nothing, but if I’ve learned anything from two-plus
seasons of acute attention to Lost it’s that the numbers are nothing to
kid about.

Continuing the subject of trepidation inducers, Ph. passed the test for his
NY driver’s permit this morning. The person administering the tests at the DMV
gave Ph. a wink of encouragement and said "Maybe your dad will let you drive
home." Trouble is, the Element is the only set of wheels we have right now, and
Ph. isn’t especially practiced yet (enthusiastic though he is about getting
behind the controls). Might be my ultimate and irreparable shortcoming as
a parent, but I’ve got some serious meditation (therapy?) to do before I’ll be
ready to give driving lessons. So, even with the housing fiasco of ’07 happily
resolved, if I continue to seem anxious, remember that Ph.’s carefree self will
soon be motoring around these parts with me as his nerve-wracked passenger.

7 Comments

  1. Remember trip to Gulf Shores, AL? You, Mom & yours truly drove straight through from Mt. Pleasant. I think that was your first and only year at CMU. At one part of the adventure, you were at the wheel. I remember waking up, and to my DISTRESS, discovered you had taken us on an unnecessary detour towards Memphis, TN.

    I remember an incident on the way back home as if it were yesterday. You were driving when I glanced over at the gas gauge and observed the needle on EMPTY! We were about 10 miles from the nearest gas station. Thank God for lots of gas fumes.

    Just small stuff when looking at the big picture.

    Speaking of the pic, isn’t that Bigfoot peering out from behind the brush in the background? Ya gotta look real hard.

  2. Happy to hear that you found a place. Moving is the worst, especially when you’re already comfortable where you are. Re: Ph driving-buy the kid a beater and let him really learn how to drive. A couple a hundred bucks should do it, and I can have Mark keep an eye out for one. My girls didn’t really learn to drive until I got the Camry and passed the Accord DX down to them. I am happy to report that neither of them have had a accident yet (2 years and going strong), and if they did? Well, the Accord is as old as Amanda, so no harm no foul. Tell Ph I said congrats!

  3. Thanks for offering the boxes, Chris. I’ll let you know if we can use some of them.

    Funny thing, Dad, is that I remember being the one who woke up from a long car-ride’s nap to find that *you*, in fact, were the one who’d made a wrong turn toward Memphis during that trip to the Gulf Coast. Perhaps you were reading the map by the dim orange light of the low-fuel warning signal? 😉

    I think you’re right about us needing to grab a cheap set of wheels, Denise. If you hear of anything, let me know. It might be six or eight months before we do it, but a second car, much as I hate to think about it, is most likely on the horizon.

  4. Did I tell you that we taught the kids to drive by letting them practice driving in the cemetary? If you can find a big one, it’s the safest place to begin driving lessons…Good Luck PH

  5. Cemetery? I hadn’t heard about that before. I’m beginning to think that I can avoid the inevitable driving lessons by picking him up Test Drive Unlimited or some other sort of driving video game. Might work, yeah?

  6. Might NOT work…OMG!…Take him driving in the cemetery. If he crashes there…hey…he can’t hurt much…Make sure it’s a cemetery with no upright grave markers. See you soon!

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