O Frabjous Day!
I shall be moving away from the wildebeest soon. She and I will never again lock horns over the watering hole.
Yes, moving sucks, but living under someone with nary a scruple about noise, and with no more than a 1/2 inch barrier of plywood as buffer, well, it was time to move on...
We've found a wonderful little cottage out in rural North Saanich. It's close to the airport, but not in the flight path. There are horses, pasture, lush verdure and hawks spinning overhead. And the rent isn't much more than we're doling out now. I'm not squeamish about sacrificing piece of mind for a little money. Especially when its going to rent, and not some sordid vice. The landlords seem very nice, sedate people, Brits; you know, my kind of people. The lady of the house will apparently teach my partner to "ride English," at least that's what she promised over some Orange Pekoe. Now, I'm not so sure I like the sounds of that, unless of course, I get to watch.
Now, the question is, how the hell do I commute from Saanich to UVic every day on my bike, especially when the return trip has to be done at 11PM? I thought of stuffing my burritos with methamphetamines, or even holding a lighter in my nostril at 20 second intervals.
Yes, moving sucks, but living under someone with nary a scruple about noise, and with no more than a 1/2 inch barrier of plywood as buffer, well, it was time to move on...
We've found a wonderful little cottage out in rural North Saanich. It's close to the airport, but not in the flight path. There are horses, pasture, lush verdure and hawks spinning overhead. And the rent isn't much more than we're doling out now. I'm not squeamish about sacrificing piece of mind for a little money. Especially when its going to rent, and not some sordid vice. The landlords seem very nice, sedate people, Brits; you know, my kind of people. The lady of the house will apparently teach my partner to "ride English," at least that's what she promised over some Orange Pekoe. Now, I'm not so sure I like the sounds of that, unless of course, I get to watch.
Now, the question is, how the hell do I commute from Saanich to UVic every day on my bike, especially when the return trip has to be done at 11PM? I thought of stuffing my burritos with methamphetamines, or even holding a lighter in my nostril at 20 second intervals.
posted by Stallionforce at 9:47 PM
1 Comments:
Ouch! My first thought was North Saanich to UVic at 11 pm -- is he crazy? But if it is a cozy little hideaway perhaps it will be worth it.
My suggestion: keep a snuffbox of smelling salts (or your stimulant of choice) in your back pocket at all times. You may also want to order a quad shot of espresso-to-go during your last break, tuck it in a thermos and save it for closing time.
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