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Pop Smokes Juice
My subject line comes from a sign on an Oberlin convenience store, which apparently sells soda, cigarettes, and juice.
We are here. We've been here for a few days, but what with the unpacking and the exhaustion and the driving half an hour to do our shopping for shower curtains and counter units, I haven't had much energy for updates. We're starting to settle in now, happily.
The new place is the first floor of a lovely Victorian home on South Professor Street. The streets are quiet and tree-lined, slow enough that the energetic hoodlum kids who live upstairs can skateboard in the street. A block in one direction is downtown Oberlin and the campus; a block in the other is (I'm told) a Quaker meeting, which may mean I'll have to start attending again. We have a mailbox on the corner, a climbing tree in our yard, and enough foot traffic going past to be diverting without being distracting.
Great things about our new house:
All this for about 2/3 the rent on our shabby Ann Arbor apartment.
The town itself is small—very small—and I explored its length and breadth in about an hour on foot today. Details later.
The house. We have the first floor. You can see our old bath mat, which Kendra is strangely reluctant to throw away, on the porch.
The spire, and a bit of our climbing tree.
Kendra reads, surrounded by boxes and detritus. When all is in readiness, our queen-sized futon couch will take the place of those three chairs, and matching curtains will be hung. You can just see a chunk of our lovely new oak coffee table. The windows you see are in the middle of the house, above.
A bit dark, but you can see my workspace and my windows. It's just beneath the spire, on the first floor, if you want to locate it on the house picture.
Living in the 70s! This corner is directly opposite my nook in the den. Needs sprucing up, but how funky can one den get?
We are here. We've been here for a few days, but what with the unpacking and the exhaustion and the driving half an hour to do our shopping for shower curtains and counter units, I haven't had much energy for updates. We're starting to settle in now, happily.
The new place is the first floor of a lovely Victorian home on South Professor Street. The streets are quiet and tree-lined, slow enough that the energetic hoodlum kids who live upstairs can skateboard in the street. A block in one direction is downtown Oberlin and the campus; a block in the other is (I'm told) a Quaker meeting, which may mean I'll have to start attending again. We have a mailbox on the corner, a climbing tree in our yard, and enough foot traffic going past to be diverting without being distracting.
Great things about our new house:
- Our landlord is named Larry Funk. Oh yes.
- The house has a spire—a spire!—rising from the square pseudo-tower in the northwest corner.
- The basement is dark and spooky and full of queer little rooms, including one that's been tantalizingly sealed off, just visible through a grimy window. This crumbling mystery room contains several old lamps, and the floor seems to be of cobblestone.
- We have a wood-paneled den, full of cabinets, that looks like a time warp to the 70s, where we have installed K.'s record player and my fuzzy bean bag chair. (I am trying to convince K. to buy fiberoptic lights and lava lamps.) The aforementioned tower creates a lovely nook in one corner, which I've claimed for my computer desk, and where I am flanked by windows: one looking onto South Professor, the other onto Vine.
- An odd California-shaped hall connects our bedrooms. Kendra's room has a vestibule.
- We have two (2) porches, a normal one in front and a wee little one in back, both ideal for sittin' and pickin' (if one has a guitar, which one does). Once the screen door closes behind you on the back porch, you can't get back in, because it has no handle.
All this for about 2/3 the rent on our shabby Ann Arbor apartment.
The town itself is small—very small—and I explored its length and breadth in about an hour on foot today. Details later.
The house. We have the first floor. You can see our old bath mat, which Kendra is strangely reluctant to throw away, on the porch.
The spire, and a bit of our climbing tree.
Kendra reads, surrounded by boxes and detritus. When all is in readiness, our queen-sized futon couch will take the place of those three chairs, and matching curtains will be hung. You can just see a chunk of our lovely new oak coffee table. The windows you see are in the middle of the house, above.
A bit dark, but you can see my workspace and my windows. It's just beneath the spire, on the first floor, if you want to locate it on the house picture.
Living in the 70s! This corner is directly opposite my nook in the den. Needs sprucing up, but how funky can one den get?
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Yay for apartment -- it sounds lovely, and low rent is extra-cool (though not especially surprising, since
And you should definitely get a lava lamp.
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1. Nice house!
2. Great spire!
3. Cool professor!
4. Nifty computer!
5. Remarkable paneling!
Trick porches!
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