Originally intended to document my experience of DeLorean ownership, focus is often radical and strange, boring and obtuse.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Goodbye Mr. Bumble

Mr. Bumble

We're moving next week.

I'm really going to miss our house and our little backyard friends; Mr. Bumble, Squirrel-a-mo, Squirrel-a-mo Jr., Sir Coonington, and Crookerpuss.

Suz and I bought our classic 40's bungalow in a 'student-friendly' area four years ago. Ours happened to be one of those particularly infamous student rentals, showing decades of neglect. We worked hard on it, turning it into a home. The 40's kitchen/laundry room became a real kitchen. The deathtrap sunroom became a relaxing deck. And we transformed a dark, muddy, garbage-strewn backyard into a beautiful bright garden, where we met our friends.

Now we're leaving those friends behind, but we're taking the gravestones with us.

4 Comments:

Blogger JODSTER said...

OH YEAH! The gravestones.

A moment of silence for Norma Haacke, please.

We miss you Norma, whoever you are.

9:15:00 AM

 
Blogger Martini said...

As a sidenote, I did a google search, and found that one of her sons, Ron, passed away in November (04).

5:16:00 PM

 
Blogger Rainypete said...

What are you putting in the ground for the next owner to find? It would be funny to leave the stone and turn over a coffin sized patch in front of it before you go. Let them worry about that!!

9:40:00 AM

 
Blogger Martini said...

Rainy, that would be an awesome idea if I were going to leave the stone. But since I'm taking it, maybe I'll do your dirt idea in the front yard for Halloween!

11:38:00 AM

 

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