June 30, 2023—
It’s funny, what’s scary when the sun rolls down. Rachel and I closed on our first house yesterday, a mint-green mountain circa 1900, but I scrolled Twitter at 10:30 pm because I was in an unfamiliar room. Like a 10-year-old with a mortgage. We’re watching three beautiful poodles and a Maine Coon cat in another mountain-sized house near Park Avenue, Rochester.
I did telepathically tell our own new house we couldn’t wait to take care of her, and I think she asked if we had any children. I said we had one little black cat, and she seemed to like that. (I don’t regularly talk to houses.)
Worrying at 10:30 pm about waking up in an unfamiliar place at 2 am, I read Tweets re: the Supreme Court eroding protection from LGBTQ rights. Like lemon juice on tooth enamel. I joked with Rachel yesterday, that if they annul our marriage, at least we’ll be “very good friends” who own a house together.
Some unnerving times. Rachel’s starting an amazing program this fall, but I took a job away from tech for now that pays a little less. But we missed dogs, so it’s a no-brainer to dog-sit again, to pay down the principal on the mountain. One step back, two forward.
Photo of our beautiful weekend poodles