Reasons to Visit Fabulous Wallkill!
Oct. 15th, 2024 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraFirst frost of the season: Temps last night dropped into the low 30s.
So after the vampires at the Institute for Family Medicine feast on my blood, I must head over to my much-neglected communal gardening plots to collect my tomato cages & bring them over to this side of the river.
I’m not going to sign up to garden there next year.
Driving over the bridge on any kind of a routine basis does not appeal. Plus, I must confess, when head garden honchette Deborah outed herself as the worst kind of fulminating Trump-head, I lost a lot of enthusiasm for the Hyde Park Community Garden.
I’ll wheedle Iggy into enlarging his garden and garden here.
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What else?
I forced myself to tromp between rainstorms.
You have very little control over anything that happens to you, I reminded myself. Tromping is something you have complete control over.
It was bitterly cold, and autumn was flaunting itself:
Clever Molly somehow managed to snag a whole bag of kitty treats I’d stashed away. She is the brains of the kiska duo, the safecracker. Mabel is the brawn & braggadocio.
Also, Iggy wants to further monetize the dacha by renting it out as an Airbnb when he isn’t here.
“I have no problem with that,” I said. “So long as the Airbnb-ers don’t come upstairs.”
And I don’t. I actually liked the Airbnb-ers that came through L’s house back in the day.
Though I’m kinda bemused that Iggy thinks this house would live up to Airbnb cleanliness standards.
He is proposing to rent out his bedroom.
“But what will you do with your stuff?” I asked. “And what about the bathroom? Do you really think tourists are gonna spend the big buck$ to visit Wallkill and view your toothbrush collection?”
I expect if this plan gets off the ground, after the first negative review, he will be importuning me to clean the place between guests.
Which I’d consider doing in exchange for a significant discount on my rent.
So after the vampires at the Institute for Family Medicine feast on my blood, I must head over to my much-neglected communal gardening plots to collect my tomato cages & bring them over to this side of the river.
I’m not going to sign up to garden there next year.
Driving over the bridge on any kind of a routine basis does not appeal. Plus, I must confess, when head garden honchette Deborah outed herself as the worst kind of fulminating Trump-head, I lost a lot of enthusiasm for the Hyde Park Community Garden.
I’ll wheedle Iggy into enlarging his garden and garden here.
###
What else?
I forced myself to tromp between rainstorms.
You have very little control over anything that happens to you, I reminded myself. Tromping is something you have complete control over.
It was bitterly cold, and autumn was flaunting itself:
Clever Molly somehow managed to snag a whole bag of kitty treats I’d stashed away. She is the brains of the kiska duo, the safecracker. Mabel is the brawn & braggadocio.
Also, Iggy wants to further monetize the dacha by renting it out as an Airbnb when he isn’t here.
“I have no problem with that,” I said. “So long as the Airbnb-ers don’t come upstairs.”
And I don’t. I actually liked the Airbnb-ers that came through L’s house back in the day.
Though I’m kinda bemused that Iggy thinks this house would live up to Airbnb cleanliness standards.
He is proposing to rent out his bedroom.
“But what will you do with your stuff?” I asked. “And what about the bathroom? Do you really think tourists are gonna spend the big buck$ to visit Wallkill and view your toothbrush collection?”
I expect if this plan gets off the ground, after the first negative review, he will be importuning me to clean the place between guests.
Which I’d consider doing in exchange for a significant discount on my rent.
