Beach Bum Barbie

I sit outside the gate to the community I'm thinking of moving to. I'm waiting for Barbara to come so she can open the gate and show me the place. While I wait, I think to myself that the last thing in the whole world I want to be doing right now is moving again.

I had given myself to the end of May to find a new roommate to replace Shannon, who is going in a different direction. I had one nibble, but she chose something else too. So the search has begun in ernest again.

I have to be out by June 30. With any luck, I'll be long gone by then. I searched a site Shannon told me about--brevardmls.com. It gives listings of local real estate for sale or rent by private owners. It's where Shannon found the place we're in right now.

I had printed off about 20 pages of rental listings the other night and started sifting through them for closest to price range and best match for my needs. I picked the top 5, and of those decided to call from the top of the list down. I wasn't sure the first pick would be available -it's been out there a couple of months.

I called the nunber to the realor's office and was put into Barbara's voice mail. We played phone tag for a couple of days and finally caught up yesterday.

I watch about four or five cars pull up and pass through the gate. Eventually a convertible pulls up with a very tanned, very bleach-blonde woman driving. Her hair is in a ponytail on one side of her head. I an instantly transported back to the late 70's - early 80's. I am a young teen wearing my hair pony tailed on one side like a disco queen and I am in my sister's high heal sandals and flowing white dress.

Barbara shows me the place but is clearly more interested in showing me another one elsewhere that is a little larger. We go look at it and she explains that it isn't even listed yet - the previous tenant moved out just this past week. I can tell - they haven't even had the cleaning crew in yet. The previous tenant left things in quite a shambles. It has a couple of things I like, but looks like more work would be required to make it liveable than I have time to wait for. "They'll fix what needs to be fixed," Barbara replies ot my observation.

It's more than cosnmetic in this one, I think. I call her this afternoon and leave a message. "The first one requires a lot less work to get me in and comfortable. Let's look at it again." We agree that I will call tomorrow and set an appointment for after work. I am hopeful.

The world seems somewhat strange to me tonight. Driving home, the sky was a wonderful mix of dark clouds on a darker background, with stars and constellations showing through large gaps. At ground level, though it was relatively clear out, in the distance the world was masked in a haze.

Driving across one of my many bridges, I looked North to see the VAB shrouded, it's red warning light (hey, airplanes, don't fly into me) casting an eerie red glow onto the surrounding terrain. The water has been very choppy out in the rivers and lagoon all this week. And we've had about 50/50 split of rain (little showers) with very distant lightning, and the brush fires that continue to crop up.

None of this is made any less odd by my own imagination. Yaw decided we had to watch 1408 last night. I agreed as long as I could watch silly stuff to distract myself afterwards. I don't really do horror and Stephen King is a master of it. I made it through, and put in Meet the Robinsons as my choice. My dreams were a mix of futuristic child-like inventions and crazy people with axes chasing me around. Today has been a very bizarre day.




And I'm not writing this just because Deb said dink dink. I was thinking it all the way home. So there. >:p