March 22, 2005
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Cedar is the only real thing in this condo. The two attractive plants, one in the bathroom and a tree in the living room, are fake. That’s it for the eye appeal. Remembering the place I conjured up, the floor-to-ceiling windows and the fireplace that takes up most of the wall are the ony things that turned out to be the same. Except that the fireplace is ugly brick and it’s a wood stove that you have to pay $5 to use. But the windows look out at a golf course and beyond that are woods. And that is why I’m happy; that and the fact that the dogs are with my oldest daughter.
The drive was nice, and I did it in the daylight. But by the time I’d checked in it was dark so I didn’t know what my view was like. That part was the same. I walked in with wet shoes and almost fell on my ass. The entry and kitchen are raised white tile set in copper- colored grout. Other than the entry and all of the kitchen and bathroom, the floor is indoor-outdoor green carpet. Well, that’s what it looks like, anyway. I hate green. The walls are all white and the couch and chair are the same awful green. The dining room table and chairs are plastic trying to look like beechwood. Instead of “pottery with shades” casting a warm glow they are white on white, the base being a foreign substance I couldn’t place even after touching it. I only put up with the white glare so that my attention is not drawn to the hideous chandelier which dominates the room. It hangs low over the plastic, blonde dining table with its tiers of green glass; pane after pane on all four sides supported by busy fake brass from which protrude bulbs that should not be visible. Beneath that is an arrangement so vile I cannot bring myself to the table. I guess I could move it.
Yes, that’s much better. Without the hideous, fake flowers one can enjoy the two cedar beams running through this place. Those of you familiar with Sun River will know what this place is like; the huge, vaulted ceiling upstairs with the daybed and deck. It does have a wonderful kitchen with everything you need. But being immersed in unnatural substance is doing something to me.
I sound like a spoiled brat, huh. I’ll tell you what I have been enjoying and that’s the bathtub. It’s nothing like the one I imagined but it’s more than I have at home. there is one more thing that’s like the dream. I’ve had great sex with myself.
Comments (10)
Mmmm bathtub! Enjoy!
You seem to dislike everything except the kitchen and the bathtub. So enjoy what you like.
Yeah, the fantasy place sounds better. I was starting to enjoy the purple carpet (then, so were you! lol) Still, you are “away”…you are secluded…with your vivid imagination, I can see your living arrangements transforming right before…well…my eyes.
I hope you get tons of work done.
And you could always conjure up som Frenchman…er…Italian…er…well, whatever flavor it is you crave today…to turn down the blankets for you. *smile*
It sounds like a little (green…I’m not big on green either) heaven. No Dogs! Woohoo!
Go on! Be spoiled! GFW
I hope just being somewhere different sparks lots of creative juices for you. I know what you mean about plastic and such though… I find I need light and “real” stuff, blinds open, wood and natural colors. I’m already looking forward to our vacation up at Sea Ranch (partway between us perhaps…you’re in Oregon?) This is just below Mendocino on Highway 1. The houses we rent are always very white and blonde wood. It’s very soothing and relaxing. That and the ocean… and the hot tub.
I really want to try two weeks this year but am not sure I can afford it.
And yes, martial arts. I started studying when I was in my early 20′s and lasted about 4-5 years. I loved it–the combination of mental and physical. But when my ex and I moved I never found a teacher I loved nearby, then there were babies, etc. One day I’ll do it again. Starting all over…
After one of those long days, including where I baked a chicken that I had soaked in a brine solution for 4 hours and wrapped in bacon before roasting, it was divinely moist and succulent, and then you know all the dishes, oh, and both my kids separately baked sugary buttery cookies for themselves, the kitchen is end to end flour, and finally finished Tammy’s interview questions, and blogged about the massacre at Red River, oh, and two folks I love have just come back to Xanga, or at least left comments today, and I’m dealing with no work issues again, etc. etc., how boring, didn’t get much read tonight, left lots of comments everywhere, but tired at the end of the day, and I come back to you, and I’m grinning ear to ear with this delightful post.
Thank you m’lady! Green indoor/outdoor carpeting, yuk! Plastic flowers, yuk! The yukky plastic thingy on the table, double yuk!! The chandelier hanging over the plastic blonde table, oh my! Was I laughing!
Yes, thankfully the setting, the view, the bathtub and other delights!
I sit here smiling…trying to throw out a few words
before dressing for this grey day…I shall be back of course to real
all that I have missed here on xanga and here on your site..but I had to say
Hello…and I missed you
Love that last line. You’re awesome!
no, not a spoiled brat at all, just someone who knows her own mind.
Definitely not a brat- just a woman who knows what she likes.
I love this..reading the yuck yuck green yuck…and seeing that it ends with the…
“there is one more thing that’s like the dream. I’ve had great sex with myself.”
Honest, funny and it gives that real vibe, no holds barred, no pretense..:)