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The Maroon Parachute Opens Once Again

I have now seen the apartment that the University of Chicago found for me, and I am happy to report that it is a nice place. It's an unfurnished one-bedroom with lots of light and closet space. It's got an eat-in kitchen and wood floors in the hall, bedroom, and living room. The bathroom is mildly disreputable, but that tends to be the case with buildings of a certain age in Chicago. They're going to clean it and paint it, and replace the stove and the kitchen floor before I move in. There is shopping nearby and a bus stop right outside the front door. rhobike, I don't know yet if singing will be possible there. I'm sure the acoustics in the living room would be good, and it might be big enough to fit the Hyde Park group, but I'd have to check with the neighbors and see if they'd mind.

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frenchpony
Jul. 6th, 2006 12:56 pm (UTC)
I haven't yet made a grand comparison of bathrooms in older houses of the world. My primary experience of that would have been either in England, where we have wealthy friends with a really nice house, or in western Germany, where so much was destroyed in the wars that there are very few houses of a certain age left at all, and few of those are unrenovated.

I have a hell of a lot of books. As for furniture, pretty much the basics: bed, dresser, lamp, bookcase, futon couch, bookcase, table, chairs, armchair, and yet another bookcase. Bookcases #2 and 3 are small ones, though. For me, packing is an irritating exercise of putting lots of little things into lots of little boxes. I'm tempted, when I go to area liquor stores to beg boxes, to see if I can get boxes with liquor still in them.
perelleth
Jul. 6th, 2006 01:19 pm (UTC)
ROTFL! Surely the liquor will make it easier!

Yesterday we were coming out from one of the hardest and most boring meetings I have had in some time and a woman who had been there just mumbled to herself "Now I understand why men do go and get drunk!"
frenchpony
Jul. 6th, 2006 01:22 pm (UTC)
Exactly. Empty a box. . . fill a box. . . empty a box. . . fill a box.

It took your friend that long to figure out the appeal of alcohol?
perelleth
Jul. 6th, 2006 01:33 pm (UTC)
Well, it was a shock to me to hear her say that.

Figure, she´s is a woman in her fifties, in a country were white people of that age still stick to amazing behavioral stereotypes. For most educated white people of that age in this part of the world (those who never travelled to Euroe or the States at least) appropriate behaviour is what we see in Katharine Hepburn/Cary Grant's movies...and I'm not overdoing the tale that much!

So yes, it took her so long and the meeting was so bad that she suddenly felt the need to go and get drunk! I laughed like mad. Thankfully, things are changing pretty fast!
frenchpony
Jul. 7th, 2006 05:39 pm (UTC)
Well, if it took that much to get her to admit to the pleasures of occasionally drinking away one's sorrows, did you go out with her to acquire the alcohol afterwards?
perelleth
Jul. 8th, 2006 02:53 am (UTC)
LOLOLOL! You evil POny! Now I must admit that it is in my "to do list." I was pretty angered myself, so I decided it was best to postpone her education... :-)
dawtheminstrel
Jul. 6th, 2006 02:32 pm (UTC)
The sister of a friend of mine had no car and moved when she was in college by thumbing rides. She'd take a bookcase or a box, go stand by the side of the road, and stick out her thumb. Mind you, she was just moving across town, but that struck me as hilarious.
frenchpony
Jul. 7th, 2006 05:38 pm (UTC)
That sounds fascinating, if time-consuming. I don't think I've ever actually seen anyone hitchhiking before. I think people don't really do that any more.
bodkin_ra
Jul. 8th, 2006 08:24 pm (UTC)
My brother and his friend once hitched a ride and a Rolls-Royce stopped ... so instead of just going as far as they needed, they went as far as the chap would take them. And meanwhile, in the conversation, the driver said that he had a relation where we lived ... and the relation turned out to be our grandfather.

Spooky or what. Unfortunately he was not a bloke laden with moolah, but a chauffeur. Such is the way of life.

And, on the random meetings theme ... we were in Australia for my cousin's wedding - and a chap came up and tapped my husband on his shoulder. He lives about fifty yards down the road. And was staying in the same hotel on the other side of the globe.

Your new apartment sounds good. And after a week or two you stop noticing mildly disreputable bathrooms.

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