Sometimes Life Is Like . . .
. . . the really big hedges
in front of your new next door rental property.
you know,
the one you were really excited about
before you owned and
had to remove the hedges
that were probably planted in 1953,
when the house was built.
those are old hedges,
in case you were not certain.
and so they have really long,
gangly, tangly roots
that twist and turn
and make things unpredictable
and you have to pull them out
so that your rental property is not ugly.
because really,
who likes an ugly rental property?
no one, that's who.
truth be told,
herb has been the one ROCKING the bushes!
so really, from personal experience,
life is more like many layers of 60's and 80's
inspired wallpaper
hung without first priming the walls
because all you can think about is how lovely
the burnt sienna and maize print will complement
you brand new kitchen carpet
with the beautiful faux-parquet wood pattern.
and you don't have time to think about priming.
yep, i said kitchen carpet.
carpet which, by the way,
you felt was a much much better alternative
to the beautiful wooden floors that you covered.
so you secure it with glue and tar
and layers of thin ply wood and foam that will be crumbly
and difficult to peel up in 45 years.
life is sometimes like that.
you know what i mean?
Labels: life, rental property, sarcasm
4 Comments:
i'm for certain that carpet is in hell, along with hedges... and speedos... and hoooot pockets.
love the analogy, cara. yes. life is very much like that. but the truth is that sometimes after scraping and peeling and carpet ripping and repairing and refinishing there is beauty awaiting in its truest form. not a faux form found in choosing another layer of wallpaper to add to the mess beneath. or in this case, another layer of kitchen carpet.
wow, the crazy things people will do to houses over the years. when my parents moved into their house there were layers of wallpaper and CARPET IN THE KITCHEN. And oh all the extra work all of that caused. Sheesh.
Sounds like a house I would love. I mean, I LOVE burnt sienna.
We had a rental once...the people who loved there apparantly loved the show Friends. Because when they moved out, every wall was purple or yellow or blue. Which wouldn't be so bad except that they didn't bother to take the time to paint around the light switches and plugs. There were these big white splotches where they just rolled around them.
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