Despite my complete lack of human interaction that precurses this week driven by sheer will power and mind power, there is no drought of incidences.
The two red beds have been reestablished in there home in orange county were at some point an erickson or like will find themselves nestled in for what is guaranteed to be a very comfortable slumber. Basically they are gone, the squeeky little fuckers.
I mean I knew it was coming, more importantly Ria knew it was coming and put herself on this unassigned mission to find me a bed. Submerged herself fully in her "craigslist free" addiction to salvage a perfectly good bed for not even a penny. Over the past month the story has been sent via email or phone message that currently I have no bed and been making due with a pool floatie, I mean it has a cup holder, but I am in the market for a little less luxury, and other such stories to entice the seller. Sell to the seller if you will. She had some fond, but unfortunate nos.
Still, relentlessly she searched, hoping to catch the seller within seconds of their post, its all part of the game, we both new it. I told her it was fine, I had this bed wild card, that is I had a family of seemingly high standard, bed snobs, coming to visit who would surely buy me a bed. Granted it would probably have been a double, twin extra long if they could get it to ensure the bed would fit only me, playing it off as it would fit the sheets I already have. suckers.
I wake up this morning to Ria's alarm, and then to it again 15 minutes later, and one last time at 7:30 when she leaps out of bed and into the hallway. She returns 1 and a half minutes later.
Preemptive note- Her
Intrigued look- Me
There was no US open traffic she remarks. I guess my plan to wear a "ride a bike" tshirt up the hill past all the traffic was foiled.
And I might have a queen size bed tonight!
Ahhh! I scream and reach to give her a hug as I am still laying in her bed... coincidence that I am in her bed when she finds me a bed? Yes. actually.
She darts into the shower, and only once naked and completely soaked in water does her phone ring- naturally or should I say O'naturally I had it to her. talky talky talky- cut to the chase ria- will there be 2 queen beds in our room?? will the ratio of floor space to mattress space lean overly on the side of mattress space?? Yes. Pending Brant's compliance it will.
ITs like gambling ria says. I said yes but nothing lost- well for me maybe as ria states the obvious hours of studying that didnt happen as a result. I still dont see what is lost.
BUt we just won the jackpot. A bed. A big bed.
We negotiate what we can, as Ria makes the bold attempt to pound fiber cereal "its like a brick she says, JUST LIKE MY STOOL suckas" suckers we are. she makes her best effort to get out the door but first has to pop in the only socially conscious hip hop real MC music la jolla Borders had to offer, and then pops it out again and jets out the door a half an hour late to work. Its fine. its finals week.
Sunday, June 8
tromp
Jaded. There was a man setting up a bed on my driveway as I tried to pull in to my home tonight. He seems harmless enough, there beneath the over hang of the tree that canopies our driveway. Little did he know that the blankets he was taking so much car to unfold and lay out would be covered in tree bits and sap by the morning, that is if I hadnt called the cops on him.
It easy to justify right. "Its private property" "I was home alone" "I have had someone try to break into my home before" all true. But I still feel awful. way to stick it to the man elisabeth, the homeless man... really...I mean he cant even sleep on public benches anymore without a
hand rail wedged in his back, courtousy of La Jolla's finest.
But we dont know. and unfortunately I assumed the worst. I told the police he didnt seem harmful, and if they could just ask him to relocate no real "enforcement" necessary. I even left my car in the driveway as if to signal some kind of "hey, its fine" but I refused him a sandwich, and now a space.
Locking the door behind me and stumbling my way through skattered helmets and bike shoes I made my way to my room in the dark, not even letting the refridgerater ligt illuminate the kitchen as i slide my limade onto the overstuffed shelf- his sandwich.
I called katie. and ria. and doris. no reply. I called nick he said to just call the non emergancy number. Then he called back and said I could even call the emergancy number if I wanted to. He said to think about it as a guy sleeping on your front porch- that would be weird right? He called back again for the final report. and told me which room the spanish final was in.
I can hear them right now, the police, they just came. I slipped away to observe the action of the men- he had already fallen asleep, I feel terrible, it would have been fine. There asking him for ID and all these things, he just wants a space. a space. what did I do.
Now I can hear him from my room. louder voices. I might have caused something out of what would have been nothing. He has nothing to show for who he is, his own self the only proof of his validity.
I continue to justify it in my mind- any of the neighbors could have called. how many times has this happened before to him. Where does he usually spend his nights. he would have been coated in tree crap. Ria will be home late and need to park in the driveway. I have finals.
And thats it- thats the best I got. I have finals. The ultimate tromp card. Rock Paper Scissors. FINALS I win. I cant.
Nick called back again for the final report. He told me to think about it as if he were sleeping on the front porch of my house, that would be weird right? Yes I said. and then I asked were our spanish final was.
Finals. tromp.
It easy to justify right. "Its private property" "I was home alone" "I have had someone try to break into my home before" all true. But I still feel awful. way to stick it to the man elisabeth, the homeless man... really...I mean he cant even sleep on public benches anymore without a
hand rail wedged in his back, courtousy of La Jolla's finest.
But we dont know. and unfortunately I assumed the worst. I told the police he didnt seem harmful, and if they could just ask him to relocate no real "enforcement" necessary. I even left my car in the driveway as if to signal some kind of "hey, its fine" but I refused him a sandwich, and now a space.
Locking the door behind me and stumbling my way through skattered helmets and bike shoes I made my way to my room in the dark, not even letting the refridgerater ligt illuminate the kitchen as i slide my limade onto the overstuffed shelf- his sandwich.
I called katie. and ria. and doris. no reply. I called nick he said to just call the non emergancy number. Then he called back and said I could even call the emergancy number if I wanted to. He said to think about it as a guy sleeping on your front porch- that would be weird right? He called back again for the final report. and told me which room the spanish final was in.
I can hear them right now, the police, they just came. I slipped away to observe the action of the men- he had already fallen asleep, I feel terrible, it would have been fine. There asking him for ID and all these things, he just wants a space. a space. what did I do.
Now I can hear him from my room. louder voices. I might have caused something out of what would have been nothing. He has nothing to show for who he is, his own self the only proof of his validity.
I continue to justify it in my mind- any of the neighbors could have called. how many times has this happened before to him. Where does he usually spend his nights. he would have been coated in tree crap. Ria will be home late and need to park in the driveway. I have finals.
And thats it- thats the best I got. I have finals. The ultimate tromp card. Rock Paper Scissors. FINALS I win. I cant.
Nick called back again for the final report. He told me to think about it as if he were sleeping on the front porch of my house, that would be weird right? Yes I said. and then I asked were our spanish final was.
Finals. tromp.
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