Housing expedition

May 2, 2013

Happy Birthday Nina!

He must have mentioned he lived with his girlfriend six times, just to let Taelor and I know he is taken. Now if he had been hot, like the cutie broad-shouldered pool guy I can’t mention, I would have been all over that, teasing him and winning him back to my side of the street. However, the lanky slouch we followed around the incredibly untidy tri-plex with wet towels draped over side chairs, shoes piled high, open boxes mounded with greased dishes and cutlery with his geeky charm made us nearly blurt out in raucous laughter. What Mr Taken referred to as the back yard was clearly a fenced section housing doggie poop piles and scratched dirt to hide the broken tiles and lack of grass.

Crossed that claustrophobic place off the list we plugged in the next address of seven houses, duplexes, apartments we had to tour this morning. A semi-remodeled trap was next, turn-around yard with drapes tightly seamed prevented me from being motivated to meet the owner. New construction with more than likely off-gassing materials followed. Shady neighborhoods and questionable crummy parking options materialized as we were careening around one corner after another to search for the perfect next home. Driving around prospective welcoming neighborhoods is not the best strategy for house-hunting since there are no FOR RENT plaques staked in the yards. Times have changed!

I peaked into one upper-lower duplex in West St Paul that looked wonderful. Phoned the owner and requested a showing ASAP. Hoping to meet up with him, bringing Ty along tonight to prove what a sweet and loveable dog he is. Dan sounded a little startled when I suggested I had already looked at the duplex. The elderly gentleman earlier in the day wanted me to check out his rental house before meeting him at the Salvation Army between 8:30 and 9:00am (closer to nine he admitted) on Friday or Tuesday to verify that we are compatible! I did humor myself by dropping by his property out of curiosity. I can see why he didn’t want to take up his time to meet me at the strange closed up house in a shady area, can you say “Waste of time old man?”