Well we’re all moved in now. It’s a bummer that I didn’t get to finish up with the odds and ends of unpacking before I left for tour, but that’s the way it goes.

So far we’ve met some nice people at our new place, and some not-so-nice. Also some characters. We happened to run into the president of the HOA by the pool and were talking about some of the people we had encountered. I expressed some amused concern over an old dude I had seen the day previous walking around the parking lot wearing a t-shirt, sandals, and nothing else (might I add that the t-shirt was nowhere near long enough). To which our worthy president grinningly replied, “Oh! That’s just Jerry,” with a look as if to say, “Yeah, that’s his way, nothing out of the ordinary for ol’ Jerry.” Well for my part I hope not to gaze upon those pastures again.

Our new place is mostly great with a few quirks. It’s almost 50% bigger than our last place which makes it feel quite roomy. So much so that we might need to get some more furniture to make it feel less empty. The only thing that really leaves me bewildered is the bathtub in the master bathroom. It’s ridiculously huge. I’m told that a bathtub that ginormous will be a great boon to me when I become geriatric, which is all well and good, but I feel like I have quite a few years left in me before my withered limbs and slowness require a tub of those colossal proportions. That space would have made a great billiards room.

Here’s a picture of said bathtub.


And, for scale, here’s a picture with me in the tub.


I feel like if it were filled with baked beans it would be straight out of Double Dare.

Listening to "Tearing In My Heart"
from the album The Rising Tide
by Sunny Day Real Estate