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Our First Apartment

We got an apartment!

Okay ... sure we've got a beautiful house which we've worked on for 13 years in St. Pete ... AND it's about 4 times bigger than the apartment ... AND we'll probably use the apartment only a few times a month ... but ... it's now OURS. (well ... at least for the term of the rental agreement)

That's the beauty ... We can give it back.

You see ... we wanted a place halfway between USF and St. Pete. It takes me about 45 minutes to drive to work (and that's without rush hour traffic). The drive home is worse ... plus ... there are those evening events ... So that's why we are excited.

Let me back up a few days. WE WERE EXCITED until we stayed there this week.

We went to a concert at the SP Times Arena  ... The Steve Miller Band (which was great by the way ... even though Steve is 172 years old.) So we thought it would be cool to stay at the apartment, walk to the concert .. which is right across the water from the Arena ... and I could easily make an 8AM meeting the next morning at the university.

There was one problem ...Debbie underestimated what we needed.

There was a bed and a lamp in the apartment. Okay ... I may have exaggerated a little ... there were two lamps. On the bed were two pillow (about the size of my fist) and a shawl that doubled as our blanket.

I asked ... "Say, dear, why are the pillows so small and why is there a shawl on the bed."

"Well ... I didn't want to take anything we might use at home."

"How about the kids rooms? They aren't home alot (never) and I don't think they would miss their blanket and pillows."

"You don't need a big pillow ... just stuff some towels in a pillowcase."
I didn't sleep too well that night.

The next morning, when I headed to the shower, I noticed that the little apparatus that you pull up to make the water come through the shower head was stuck. Actually, it was more like frozen.

So I squeezed into the bathtub and splashed water on my face and body for a quick shower bath.

My back should heal in about a week or so ... about the time I can tie my shoes.

Ahhh, yes ... did I say we love the apartment .

One day soon we will have a real bathtub, real pillows, real blankets ... real furniture.


Hey ... I almost forgot ... we got a notice this morning that a band of  wild cats were roaming the neighborhood.

They sent out a message saying ..." DO NOT FEED ANY CATS OR STRAY ANIMALS. WE HAVE NOTIFIED THE APPROPRIATE AUTHORITIES TO ROUND UP THESE CATS AND REMOVE THEM ."

I wonder if they need any pillows.

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