
The beekeeper came round while I was gardening yesterday:
So, that was cool.
Other than that, I Remunerated and read Alice Munro’s Runaway. The title story is about a bad marriage and a goat—and I nearly cried thinking about what was gonna happen to this imaginary goat once the story was over.
So, that kinda mood.
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In a couple of hours I am supposed to check out Chez Iggy—though I half-expect Iggy to cancel the showing when I text him: Are we still on?
To that end, I have been drawing up a list of questions one might put to potential housemates:
What are your cleaning habits? (i.e How much cleaning do you expect me to do?)
How do you feel about me putting art up in my bedroom? (i.e can I use tacks or nails on the walls?)
When do you usually go to sleep? (i.e. can I play loud music at midnight?)
What’s your policy on houseguests?
Are you in a romantic relationship?
How often do you cook?
What are the things that you really hate that other people do?
Any other things you would want me to know?
And finally, the all-important What do you really feel about living with someone who is a lot older than you are?
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Reddit, which I cruise almost as much as I cruise ONTD (always amazing how anti-Fifth Amendment Millennial & GenZ celebrity obsessives are) is filled with topics like: I Lived With an OLD PERSON & Here’s What They’re Like!!!!
These topics are always cautionary tales!
Filled with stories about how Old People are constantly waddling forth from their Assigned Space to ask them about their days. Or ask them if they’re going out, what time they expect to be back like they were 10 years old or something. Every time you come around them, even just to get some water, they want to talk to you about everything and anything going on in their life.
Plus, let’s face it: What kind of person is someone at that age who needs to live with roommates?
Sigh.
I’m not a fan of identity politics, but if I were, I’d say ageism is the biggest form of prejudice that exists in the U.S. today.